Smolder in the Ash

Softened bodies lashed to the bone

Bludgeoned blue and black

And the nine-tails, as they walk endlessly

Snatch the flesh off their back

Sycophant fawners bathe, tirelessly astray

Stewing forever in excrement and soils of man

Simonist, corrupt false men of the cloth

Cast down face first into the rock below

Lower extremities bursting ablaze

Venomous and fraudulent malcontents

Strode across this wasteland

Against their god they commit their crimes

Through the thickets of sorrow

Past the sands of time

Punishment must be dealt

For their sorcery, treachery and lies

For the riches and limitless wealth

Built on the backs of swine

Servants of the land in boiling tar

To be scorched at his command

Heavy are the cloaks of gold

Each thread sewn of lead

Affliction for duplicitous words misled

No redemption for hypocrites

Forever march bound to their shrine

The pharisee’s crucifix

Striving to be human once more

Taste of the flesh and assimilate their form

Deceivers of the world will serenade

Their pillars of ash wail tongues of the flame

One with the fire, molten cage

Smolder in the ash of eternity

Shrilling screams befriend their agony

Suffer for deceit never to receive empathy

Gaping wounds

Softened tissue receive lacerations

By a demon’s sword

Sowers of discord

Laid waste by a demon’s scorn

Falsifiers draped in disease

Reside, plagued by the sins of their deeds

Decaying with leprosy and boils on their flesh

To decompose and fester at their behest