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Bow Your Heads
As I whisper into My Lords ear... The time to Hunt is oh so near.
We've set the stage. We've filled their Rage.
The Hunting must commence.
The Weak my Lord, have taken to the Street My Lord. To Hunt and Kill. Your Belly of Sinners we must fill. The point of no return. The Children their Prey. We've made for certain their Souls to burn.
For Hell to be full, they claim to be offended. The Ritcheous Church has been upended. For fear of no offense. There is no more repentance. The Church will fold. "The Word" they cannot uphold. For Yeshuh has delayed his coming. Sending the Weak and Defiant running. One last feast shall allow Hell to vomit. His Star they cannot see, and they've missed Haley's Comet. Your Brethren buried deep in the Peak. The River has stopped it's flow, leaving dried throats so they cannot speak. To pray with no water on thy tongue. Sodom's Reincarnate shall dangle from rope's one by one. It is your time to drag them to their demise. They cannot see, as you are directly in their line of sight. Not even with their own eyes. Their Parades of filth to lure Yeshua's children to their doom. We've sent word to all your Witches from all four directions. To do your bidding, despite of all their imperfections. To use their Incantations and fires to beckon Sodom's Reincarnate with promise of Sexual Desires, as the Sacrificial Lamb. Handing their souls to you with their offering hand.
Time to Hunt. Time to kill. Time for the Wicked Ones blood to spill. To paint the ground with Sacrifice Blood. As it seeps into the Ritcheous Man's neighborhood. Knowing this as they become aware. Their weapons of fire shall bring down Sodom's Bitch. Unbeknownst to them along with a thousand of Witch.
The Ritcheous see you My Lord, as we whisper in the ears of the Ritcheous Hoard. They no longer have the power of suggestion. For it is only for you My Lord. To devour Sodom's Bitches and allow for digestion. To shat out their limbs and dismembered heads. Of Sodom's Bitches. No more shall be said....
© Dale A Martinez
We've set the stage. We've filled their Rage.
The Hunting must commence.
The Weak my Lord, have taken to the Street My Lord. To Hunt and Kill. Your Belly of Sinners we must fill. The point of no return. The Children their Prey. We've made for certain their Souls to burn.
For Hell to be full, they claim to be offended. The Ritcheous Church has been upended. For fear of no offense. There is no more repentance. The Church will fold. "The Word" they cannot uphold. For Yeshuh has delayed his coming. Sending the Weak and Defiant running. One last feast shall allow Hell to vomit. His Star they cannot see, and they've missed Haley's Comet. Your Brethren buried deep in the Peak. The River has stopped it's flow, leaving dried throats so they cannot speak. To pray with no water on thy tongue. Sodom's Reincarnate shall dangle from rope's one by one. It is your time to drag them to their demise. They cannot see, as you are directly in their line of sight. Not even with their own eyes. Their Parades of filth to lure Yeshua's children to their doom. We've sent word to all your Witches from all four directions. To do your bidding, despite of all their imperfections. To use their Incantations and fires to beckon Sodom's Reincarnate with promise of Sexual Desires, as the Sacrificial Lamb. Handing their souls to you with their offering hand.
Time to Hunt. Time to kill. Time for the Wicked Ones blood to spill. To paint the ground with Sacrifice Blood. As it seeps into the Ritcheous Man's neighborhood. Knowing this as they become aware. Their weapons of fire shall bring down Sodom's Bitch. Unbeknownst to them along with a thousand of Witch.
The Ritcheous see you My Lord, as we whisper in the ears of the Ritcheous Hoard. They no longer have the power of suggestion. For it is only for you My Lord. To devour Sodom's Bitches and allow for digestion. To shat out their limbs and dismembered heads. Of Sodom's Bitches. No more shall be said....
© Dale A Martinez
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