A Stink Bomb Has Risen From Hell (Spooks And Spells IV of V)

Honor unto my sacrifices by the hounds barking thier escaping from my legion
ordained in hell    
Howling to counsel, I bring the rains of brimstones as a sacred warning    
to give you liberty in the welding of my sword or reprisal I slash of    
fallen murky tales    
    
Amputations of mortals who denounce amulets devoid of earthy spells    
Queen of destitute I enslave    
Clawing to the temple, bloody remnants in the path of its    
ruin and rage    
Warnings of approaching imminent not uttered in this world    
Let the commence of swords clash to a headless pale horseman    
detestable glee I unfurl    
    
The thirst to exterminate whose cursed voices echoes across thy    
hemispheres of lands    
You know not when the time of avoidance to seal the oath      
Never to bow to any woman, he, she, or man    
    
Silence when branding weapons to the enemy found in the tornadoes spun    
words of venomous ruse    
Spoken trickery to cast stones, footsteps you shall stand, in your    
nakedness bitterness to succumb, to the wickedness you will face defeat befalls under the moon’s abuse    
Sticks and snakes hurt and crush brittle bones    
To the hindrance of malice, idiocy, repulsiveness it conceals, refusing to atone    
Poof unto the charm of bellowing black magic’s smoke    
Last rites before the weight of words slices your throat    
    
The silhouette of your soul I annihilate the spit of death in the ashes, strewn, blown, scattered, be gone    
Darkness shall sing the everlasting forsaken ritual bloodletting songs    
Never to utter words energy given once has said    
Arrogance of lessen power to slew then bite off the head    
Pinning the heart in the dark      
The crows with hair nipped between kaki Mudra for the conjuring work of art    
    
Ignorance in the view quietness in the fog when coming    
To my army of gnomes, lacerations shall be sliced of skin to the    
jester and to the dummy    
Sending the devil back down to his bed down under    
Tastes in the quest avenges, awakens the third eye even in the midst of slumber    
Times marks death in silent numbers    
    
How long must devious plot think it can deceive the moon, the night, the skies    
I am the the darkness upon the universe mist the wise gift of the owl to gloat in the    
labyrinth as I journey to raise your severed head after the demise    
The stench of eradication in the wind I call      
Properties of my elements finds to enthrall
Benediction unto earth, mankind reaps the blood as darkness falls
A cold wind blows of modern times
When evilness and wickedness is seen from one single eye