The Devil’s Spawn Has Risen

Death of a spirit as you earthly roam  
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone    
Risen of thy soft touch conformed from the hands of Satan    
From the stench of hell its bomb unto earth awaiting    
Forsaken upon the green of earth in the cradle of a little girl    
Until horns as growth manifested to be denied by fate      
A guardian’s love, forsaken to demonically unfurl    
Condemned in the bedlam of thy own befuddled mind    
Child of woman from the womb of a Jezabel and of a Jackel entwined  
Asunder, confused by the secret codes of the divine    
    
Silhouette damnation sentenced from a birthright bankrupt    
Consequences you have suffered from the revolt of being the Morning star’s eternal slut    
His following Angel’s intentions, to grasp fame, and the abomination of lust    
Archangel Michael and his league of Angels fought with such passion under God’s ordinance, the war in Heaven was a must    
No more bowing to the Heavens, as you’ve stated, for a mistaken Succubus, no more, In God for you I trust    
Condemned blue in carnage of sorrow upon the majestic skies, wallowing in the tabernacle by the way of the beast    
Unto open thighs the foul odorous engulfed by the nostrils as two souls come… upon the meet    
In the five rings of the circle unto the winds anointed never will foresee as incantations cross      
Sordid winds unpure to cast    
Mother Nature’s elements revengeful in the unethical punishment of its enchanting loss    
The weakened gathering link by the sign of the stench, only Hell’s deserving wrench    
    
Yes, you have forfeited your place in Heaven under the four elements beautiful written laws    
Memorized by Satan’s eyes, hidden desires to be like the highest, is all blind intellect has ever saw
Fangs sinking deeper, and deeper, clawing from the soil
Hiding from the Sunshine where the labored blinded from the toil  
A shattered mirror of a child’s reflection castrating in that cradle in this realm of life    
A wife, no longer made unto to cleave from the feeding the dogma of mentalist's unbalancing of self strife    
Worshipping the wrong Archangel, you submitted to the hard bait and took the Heavenly fall    
Yes, that tattoo you proudly adorn on your forehead
The engraved mark of the Beast with wicked words spewed, for an empty crusade you have venomously led    
The desire of being Lilith in slaughter, seducing the wiles of men within the night, scented rose petals decorating an empty bed    
Such foolishness spoken after slithering up from the abyss of hell    
Foolish wicked pride you have labeled yourself with a trained Demon tongue as you convince to tell, lies you sell      
 
Before chaos visits the peaceful domain where my Heavenly wings reside    
With words of enlightenment as you would read, as I would say, no lie    
I will bring the oil, the priest, oh, I have the Bible and the cross since you don’t pray    
Because God’s Angels are up here doing his godly work, and we are ordained to slay in any way    
I rebuke you evil entities, in name of thy Holy Spirit    
Here is little souvenir from me to you, Holy Oil I cast onto thee and its endearment    
That ought to keep you in Hell for a while until your army of wickedness is once again sent    
Mirror mirror on the wall let thy will of thy face of evil remain in Hell abyss wishing well  
A demoness has crossed my path with a two headed tail  
Sword raised in truth, and justice, have bowed in merit
My journey, mine alone to bear it


Assalamu Alaikum


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