Curse you, Sinner,

Curse you to Hell!

In the game of Life,

you've shown your tell!

For all you've cheated,

and lied and stole

It's with great joy

I bring you low!

Upon your knees

Where you belong

While Satan mocks

Your sorry song

Sinner, repent!

Your life is spent;

Yet from this moment on,

May you live long!

And be in pain;

Like those you've slain!

For nothing more

than unjust gains!

Hypocrite; Yes, I may be!

A Mortal Wretch; Oh yes, that's me!

Filth and Scum; My ears, they itch!

The Antichrist; Hey, he's my bitch!

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The difference between you and I

Is when I look upon your crimes

Even one as ill as I

Begin to retch and curse and cry.

Even I won't cross such lines!

So I beeseched the higher beings

To self-reflect what I've been seeing

And when our starcrossed sights did match

They had agreed! At once, at that...

Together, We, under sacred Union

Questioned ilk almost your equal

After gazing upon your plots

First, They were shocked;

Then, declared you true evil!

And so, Together,

As One; an equal

Celestial? Infernal?

We cared for neither

Whether born of Babel

Or mere mortal peoples

We marched Ourself

To your accursed steeple

And took you on

In righteous battle

So that none

Would be your sequel!

Long, we fought

Or perhaps, short

It concerned Us not

To record such efforts

For We had purpose

And drive, and meaning

We did not stop

Till' twighlight fleeting

We shifted Planes

Dimensions crumbling

Our movements firm

devoid of stumbling

And when the astral stardust cleared

And when We felt your truesoul shatter

Though We no longer were revered

It was as if nothing else mattered

We whooped and hollered in celebration

For all Our abodes lie safe and stationed

After the feast, and a short deliberation,

We took our leave, our homes not taken.

Ha!

Never again, shall you feel the seasons

While you gained your wrongs, you had lost your reason!

May God unmake you

The Devil take you!

If you still do think

Then know this above all:

Be true to thine self

Or face pride after fall!

We cared for you not

Though wish you'd been able

All may eat in Our land

But not all at Our table.

We asked not for your hand

But wished not for your head.

You were not Our friend,

But neither were you Our foe.

Perhaps you wouldn't be dead

had you heard this eons ago.