The Human Instrument Part 2 (revised)

As many times as I've done this before,
It never once becomes a bore.
The slowly growing look of shock,
Your pain-filled payment to my cock.

I'm dressed in a most holy fashion,
To better procure my sick passion.
I use my mask of Godly authority,
To summon a young church sorority.
I fuck them as freely as I desire,
Knowing it stokes Lucifer's fire.
Every alter boy and girl
Helps create my sick new world.
They get on their knees for me,
And often times, an anus bleeds.
But I can never cum completely,
My curse to bear, bitter-sweetly,

So I've created, in my belligerence,
 A means to impregnate human instruments-
A hulking, bulking, mound of flesh,
Holy, only god's greatest,
Standing nearly twelve feet tall,
Bearing monstrous cock and balls.
These alter kids ran out of luck,
For my monster was built to Fuck,
Deviate, inseminate,
and make the world a place of hate.
My monster doesn't care your gender,
Age or size, thick or slender,
All it knows is filling holes,
It's meaty semen quickly grows,
Flowing in your womb or rectum,
Saturating with it's wet cum.

Hundreds, nay thousands, at least,
Are fertilized by my beast.
My plan to overtake God's world,
Fulfilled by his boys and girls,
Men and women all alike,
Hell, even the tranvestites.
My monster doesn't give a shit,
As it rapes, and your holes rip.

Once there's been enough copulation,
The earth can start repopulation.
Mostly sickly snake-like creatures,
Blessed with all demonic features.
Tearing their way from tiny wombs,
Their presence promises more tombs.
They will eat, attack, and breed,
Making more monsters to feed.
The Earth will be stricken by fright,
As my creatures roam the night.

Quickly now, their offspring spread,
Half the populace are dead.
The other half are justified
In quickly joining my side.

Now that evil rules the land,
I am blessed by Satan's hand.

In this world, I finally revel,
As all heads bow toward the Devil.