Tuesday, July 5, 2011

The Ultimatum


There need not be any reason to hate;
I already do.
There need not be any reason to kill;
I simply will.

Your silent prayers to be spared;
Your hasty trust in Him
This cynic smile escapes my lips;
As i hear you plead.
You know you have sinned,
You are being skinned;
As you beseech for mercy
weeping your salty tears out.

Placing your final trust in  His Holyness,
Oh how I wish I could tell I would not wound you
But then, I would be lying.
For I'll be scourging your Soul out
And placing it on the Altar
For SATAN  to devour.

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