An Exhalation Of Disease

All the Blood from the bodies collects then irrigates through the

soil. It flows through the cracks of the earth then drips to the

demons below, just waiting to be unleashed by the blood of the chosen

Christ. His blood shall set them free. Beneath this sacred ground lies

the gate to their dimension, amidst the molten bowls of the earth.

Once the chosen blood touches to their lips the gates open; our

dimensions amalgamate, transporting them to earth to rule with me

forever. Without the chains of their translucency my flesh burns away

to reveal my true form as God. I am Belial; the serpent has shed his

skin. I have deceived the world as a servant of God. With the church I

have prepared my own thrown. It was easy to fool them all with my

disguise. As they looked into my eyes they never saw the serpent

beneath the surface, waiting for his moment to strike. I have brought

forth hell to earth just to show God what it’s worth. His kingdom

shall rot forever. I have no sympathy for God.