Honor (White Candle)

Your nails lifted as you scratch, claw   
Evil and wickedness evidently does falls                            
Unleashed doom as it floats in the wind                            
Who’s at my door that fate sends                                                      
As a guillotine awaits treason to rear its ugly head                            
Snuffing out souls, while singing ghost lullabies to put you to bed                            
Slicked treachery looms in its own filth of gloom                  
The Holy Quran, forecast the day of uprise                  
As surely as the sun set as surely as it silently rise                  

The shadow of the Hebrew man denounces the pilgrimage of his doom                  
Your reversed mantras found in your Holy Book                  
Proudly enhances the day of the mark of beast and his Revelation gloom                          
Such foolishness spoken after slithering up from the abyss of hell      
Vanity in pride makes a cracked mirror break upon the swell                                
Foolish pride when one labels self        
Demon tongue spoken on the run when immortality is dealt                            
Lies to faces has marred the soul who tries to sell                            

In my hand the word and the tip of my sword                            
Rubbed in sage as tyranny pours          
Have beheaded many fourscore                                                    
Sent here to keep wretched spirits drowning in the abyss of a hellish ocean                                
The dragon breathes fire or an emollient bloodsucker to the skin denied healing, no love potion                            
Hidden in the Roman Basilica vaults, you know of my name                            
The concealed identity who was reincarnated to slew, no dark souls has outlasted my flames              
            
What good is a man who gains the world and loses his soul                          
The power of his words, venomous laced with vinegar as a lemon to ears it patrols                        
Slaughtered heads that feed false lies to drop you out without a doubt                                
Burning in the decent of one third of Heaven fallen Angels cursing while heading South                                    
No longer a high honor, no longer you slither, no longer guarding the Garden of Eden flames                                
I am here to converge until your death, then kick you back into the lake of fire scorned by your own pain                                
What was first, shall be last, shall be first again                                
O wandering one who started the sanctuary of sin                                
Snake eyes from a diabolical temple of its origin                                     

Bowing down to the crown who destroys debauchery as souls burn in the dark abyss of sin’s wishing well              
The moon shall not shine as time smite unto earth reveals                          
When the trumpets harken as earth stands still                                        
Seven churches of the undulated broken seals                            
On earth what is this depravation that now slithers on its belly strewn in my path                  
I stand in peace, yet I am universal wraith                            
Harken unto its shadow a cold breeze
Electric vibrations within humanity to the higher power 33rd degree                
Honor and love are always found in the heart of my sacred identity                            
                  
Go In Peace…