The Grave Of Good And Evil Poem by Kevin Patrick II

Disemboweled angels hang naked
On barbed wire
Spitting hemorrhaged screams in the
host of Satan's choir
Pustules heralds raise their horns
Of absolution
Unleashing a thundered requiem
Of relentless retribution



Cadavers of saints make up legions
Of holy rage
They arm themselves in victims bones
And cry their red crusades
They mutilate the wretched wrecks
Of Abrahams spawns
And cleanse their flesh of meekness free
As heavens pawns




Effluent Nephilim plod through fields
Of wasting sorrow
Confined in their diseased chains with
No hope of tomorrow
Soon, damnations perishers arrive
and cant escape the glory
To wander in the stygian plains
Of endless purgatory


And four horsemen stand over a hill
Watching the kingdom burn
Their fathers dead, his sons a serpent
and ghosts will not return
Tears of triumph poor from their eyes
On the burning paradise
Build on eons of believers backs
innocence of sacrifice


Now oblivion reigns supreme
on the grave of good and evil