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NO DOGMA OF GRACE
The night shall complete me
I, the reliquary
Of the deepest shadows
I will not spare your name
When I summon the flame
For all the beast below
I spy the dragon reaper
Flying on wings of despair
Casting the curse
Spitting the verse
Thus is the warfare
You must beware
We strike at high places
Where the righteous retreat
There’s no dogma of graces
Laid before our feet
Gone but not forgotten
In a Hell so murky
Pound nails into the coffin
We show no mercy
Carving this rhyme in your bones
With malice comes the revenge
The holy rape
To cries of faith
Thus is the torment
When I transcend
The blood shall sustain me
In my bewitchery
When the Devil’s flavor
Lingers upon the stain
Of death I won’t abstain
Severing the savior
We strike from low places
Where the righteous retreat
There’s no dogma of graces
Laid before our feet
Gone but not forgotten
In a Hell so murky
Pound nails into the coffin
We show no mercy
I will rise
As the vermin king
When God denies
What the Devil provides
We strike at high places
Where the righteous retreat
There’s no dogma of graces
Laid before our feet
Gone but not forgotten
In a Hell so murky
Pound nails into the coffin
We show no mercy
(c) 2017 Frank Green
I, the reliquary
Of the deepest shadows
I will not spare your name
When I summon the flame
For all the beast below
I spy the dragon reaper
Flying on wings of despair
Casting the curse
Spitting the verse
Thus is the warfare
You must beware
We strike at high places
Where the righteous retreat
There’s no dogma of graces
Laid before our feet
Gone but not forgotten
In a Hell so murky
Pound nails into the coffin
We show no mercy
Carving this rhyme in your bones
With malice comes the revenge
The holy rape
To cries of faith
Thus is the torment
When I transcend
The blood shall sustain me
In my bewitchery
When the Devil’s flavor
Lingers upon the stain
Of death I won’t abstain
Severing the savior
We strike from low places
Where the righteous retreat
There’s no dogma of graces
Laid before our feet
Gone but not forgotten
In a Hell so murky
Pound nails into the coffin
We show no mercy
I will rise
As the vermin king
When God denies
What the Devil provides
We strike at high places
Where the righteous retreat
There’s no dogma of graces
Laid before our feet
Gone but not forgotten
In a Hell so murky
Pound nails into the coffin
We show no mercy
(c) 2017 Frank Green
Published 11th Sep 2017
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Anonymous
11th Sep 2017 10:22pm
Hades.. this is powerful, my brother.. great words..
Dave
Dave
14th Sep 2017 4:07am
12th Sep 2017 2:28am
I love how this reads;
'Carving this rhyme in your bones
With malice comes the revenge
The holy rape
To cries of faith
Thus is the torment
When I transcend '
Its wickedly good
'Carving this rhyme in your bones
With malice comes the revenge
The holy rape
To cries of faith
Thus is the torment
When I transcend '
Its wickedly good
14th Sep 2017 4:07am
