Wretchedness Upon the Gates

Bending and twisting and melting the bars of a prison that dwells in between the stars. Years I have spent running through the infernal maze. I've now escaped and set my gaze upon the painter of these scars. Only stopping to maim the gatekeepers drenching the stairs in the purest fluid. I bring the claw of Gehenna upon the doomed kingdom of god. Angelic overseers charge forward soaking in confidence. Chanting before I break them with a rod of iron and dash them to pieces like pottery. They are like chaff that the wind blows into the cold vacuum. Vengeance wrought upon the purest of lands. I bring forth unceasing scorn. For I am the living one, who holds the key to death and hades. Pestilence belongs to he who sits on the seat of the throne and to the lamb. I bring contamination to a land that breeds detestable weakness now I bring forth the biting frost of treachery upon the altar. King dethroned, gutted, hanged for the valley’s masses to behold never having rested within the shackles surrounded by hounds of damnation aeons plotting the extinction of the holy. Aeons plotting the extinction of the holy. Never again will they hunger; never again will they thirst. For the lamb at the center of their throne shall become their shepherd. Fiends unchained vomit forth smoldering tongues toward the carcass. His children stare as his once impeccable skin seethes and evaporates. Amen.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025