Willing participants, gather and revel!
Your chariots are made of sulfur and napalm at the behest of a decadent decree, abysmal terror and dissolution shall be his invitation
Holocausts and pathetic fates combined to mime the theater of divinity
Lovers will cling and bitterness will dredge the confusion of rivals, yet of these things may none glimpse outward past the curtains hung by the sane
I saw the greatest act of compassion, and I saw how it perished beneath the hail and acid from the sky, memoirs of hope from our tender savior