At The Right Hand of…

 

Afloat the globe, I sit on a canopy, where I gloat and boast, of my gift of insanity, stay cloaked and toned as I spit on humanity…

Such vanity, amidst the saddest twist, insisted by such causalities…
The Devils Advocate, a savage shift, in beliefs that seem imaginative…
Analysis, shows powerlessness, when clouded, faith, shall lead to cowardice…
Announce to all, thy battles- quit, surrender and Doubt shall be thy catalyst…

Eternal assistance, stern and infernal, proves your existence-malignant, ephemeral…
The Christians insistent, their scripts are inherent, are shown a deterrent, and are quickly capricious…
Now their hardened and malicious, thy martyrs are eclipsed in, the Father’s lies, that now lye slaughtered in the distance…
Thy art has been unclogged, having been starved in synagogues we feast now upon the hearts of the partisans of God…

The heartless, I’ve etched my soul, onto a parchment, sparked it, and watched the smoke float into the darkness….