Douse the flames

 

As you descend into my lair, abandon all hope;

as I wash away your tears, forsake thy name and face.

Such honour dost hold no place – douse thy candle-lit

hearth and wallow in shame. For there is no scope

to oversee the wast Hellish ocean, frozen in despair:

Douse the flames and be no more, than insanity forebodes.

As you ascend to Heaven be sure, that He is faithful and True;

those who have Righteousness at their wings and Truthfulness at their waist,

having Peace at your heels and Godspeed to time the pace;

those will not relent nor leave behind a single carrion

to smoulder nor eye to pluck or pick timbers from disgrace.

Their middle name is in Prudence and Surname shall not go to waste.

As you descend into my lair, remember the guilt you there dripping on;

as your mouth and thine lips there heavy of the fat and blood of the Rams.

Those, of not your cattle, whom you didn't buy from the markets come;

drunken their came and saw the writings on the wall underscored,

as you broke them while fornicating on the stars and stripes, on Avery shores.

All your counsellors are drunkards and serve their own Credence bores.

As you ascend to Heaven, the Holy of Holies is having his field-day.

None, who do wickedness, shall see that to overcome its terrors;

How terrible indeed is the Magnificence and Splendour of God All-Mighty Ay!

He quenched his sword in the blood of the false prophets; smiting his shield

in the face of the false witnesses and corrupt priests, who brought alien flames

onto His realm and in front of His presence. Give fealty and sway!!