Bellum

Inevitable death

We will take joy in dashing the infants against stone
As flowers of joy bow down to wilt
I have heard the war trumpet's cry
With pounding heart and itching tongue
Swords raised against the Lord
Spewing blasphemy's vortex

Given authority to bind them
And given a blade to slay them

Worship the beast you conquered nations
And the dragon standing on the shore
Opposition crushed by his teeth
Who of you can stand against us?

We will kill you, you sons of men
Making icons of you, icons of vanitas
We will kill you, angels of above
Dragging you to abyss, mangling you

Oh, blameless, Son of God
Let us meet in the valley of death
Where I'll cast my crown upon your feet to suffer defeat
Yet I'll hang not my head, for there is reason to rejoice
For as we stand the flames begin to lick the stars
And it was agreed that few should be saved
And many should perish in pain

A clamor of clamoring to smother the gasping
These restless days are like clouds on the sun
Their hands stretch out to skim thy healing garment
Yet your back is turned, so that I may devour them
And spit out their bones
For ravenous dogs to gnaw upon
Breathing sulfur plagues, reaping slaves
I render them dead before you

Silent anticipation
Endless lamentations flowing from my palms

Laid to waste as disposable piece
Consumed by plague, you pine away
Upon their skin, the teeth of beasts
And within their veins
The venom of serpents crawling through the dust
He has delivered you a thousand times
Yet a thousand times you return to me