Hazmat Suit

 Eze 14-17; Zombie -- Cranberries ; Psa 119

I

Martial Mathers, behold, what is your business with Yahveh Sebaot? 

ye, who bring your idols of heart to God, slaying words sullen silver; 

who you erect prophets and teachers, to make false the Sephiroth! 

In Hazmat Suit, should you B, then touching the holy loincloth 

around the Torah and its servants. But you think yourself worthy, slivers 

of faith; remnants of the old covenants virtue. Don't say: "Christ, my Quiver!" 

Ye. who are not the arrow, nor the Archer. Not even your marrow is GoTh!! 

II

Why dost Christians and Jews play this game of Thrones? So Gothic; 

so romantic, to make Superman snicker. None of the Children of God, 

shall eat the Supper; but who God shall ordain, just like was graphic 

the insanity of Nebuchadnezzar and Saul the King! None shall Gnostic 

in the presence of Yahveh Sebaot, His Christ, the Holy Spirit, as told -- 

aint He like ravenous darkness, what gnaws away the eyes scold; 

making foresight into Folly of Alps, bestows blessings upon the agnostic! 

III

Where shall come the times, then those, who don't know, shall speak; 

whom none have ordained and taught in the arts, to shame and dishonor 

those, who call themselves worthy. Harlots shall be your Willow Creek; 

and Transitioned Men your rulers. Those, who try to bleak gatekeeps 

against the queer will disappear. Washed away, shall be the righteous banner. 

Just as in the past, you have fornicated with the Word and Service, Gomer! 

Your marriage with God has been divorced!! You shall be stoned in leaps. 

IV

Disavow, disavow -- such are your words; deeds and Sermons to me; 

why should I suffer this? Down to Sheol shall I cast these, talented 

alrequins; skilled jesters are your Pharisees and Zodokite -- hear ye, 

what Yahveh Sebaot has decided: "Pull yourself up from Terebinth; 

from your bootstraps and Mynchausen on cannonballs, as lamented!" 

The Sensor shall be canceled and the incel put to his place, fermented 

the haughty jinns, who think themselves enlightened, woke, arent Thee! 

V

None shall see, but seethe in the face of the Lord, but whom He gives; 

not for merit nor for your splendor and wits, but to exalt high Yahveh 

Sebaot! Those, who trust in their councel, shall be blind -- Jesus Lives; 

but amongst you: "God is Dead!" shall be the only word to retrive... 

Blessed shall be Tyrs hand, anointed the head of Muhammad, Maher -- 

Salal; Has-Bas along with Ichabod, shall be your chosen names, Choser! 

Only those, who didn't choose the Ark to be in their house, shall breathe. 

VI

The Lord is my Sabbath day and Holy Year, He shall atone the wretched; 

whom the chosen have looked away, to not head at the gates nor gatherings. 

Not because they are right, but you're wrong, Yahveh shall be their stretch! 

Until the councel of Ruben has been extinguished, and Deborah hitch 

a ride over the rainbow and Jordan, to Shibboleth the naughty grooming 

what left the children out of my Covenant. There shall be no freedom, Drowing 

shall be your speech; against any parent, who dost honor God, becomes a snitch. 

VII

Children shall snitch against parents; parents shall witness against children; 

until your Angelic cities are but ruble, reading your Wizards off the coast. 

Only those, rooted in Prayer, who worship the Sermon of the Mount, kindred 

spirits, as was Jesus in the desert, possessed and tossed by the Holy Spirit. Dread 

shall be your friend, holy terror and Awe your fiancee; until three challenges roast 

the Akhans Silver out of thee! Only them shall stand tall in the Court and boast: 

"Holy, Holy, Holy, is Yahveh Sebaot, His Christ and the Holy Spirit!" This Bread!! 

VIII

Spread the scandal, for the whole Midgard is full of His Honour! Tit for tat; 

offence for the curious cat; Conflict shall scatter as Nimrod, and cast his bow! 

Who amongst ye can stand in his ire? Fettez Vouz Jeux 1-20! I add 2 drats,  

to make the Master stumble on the Mountaintips, while looking for a chat 

with Zarathustra! The lantern shall be in his hands, shining Left-Center-Front Row; 

the boat shall bloat on the Right path and cross itself to Hope for dyes Irhame dow! 

No more Jones, but Johnns bleeding Robin Hood dry, for the broken arrow flat... 

IX

Who wants to Have some challenge, and tease Lord Allmighty? But you decrees: 

Nossir, we dost tease God!" Arians shall be mightier than St. Peter; Irminsul 

reach higher than Almond trees! You shall worship the dark sun once more, lease 

your wokeness under Tyrants of Saruman, who birth the Uruk-Hai, by treatise! 

Stripmimed shall be your journeys and Ted-Talks; laid bare like Israel to be Nazgul! 

Ariel shall fall and be nude amongst her enemies, like the times of Ezekiel, cruel. 

You shall eat bullshit and drink cowpiss; until your voice comes inside Gaya's breeze!! 

X

Those who flee from the Left, shall see Communism to the Right -- Be afraid, 

Vilgax is upon thee, to cut the watch from Ben-10 wrist and code it "Kohenet Dilailah"! 

The darkness shall befall Justice and make it fall from Heaven, to braid 

Leah as the chosen Bride of Yahveh Sebaot; abrade all Dagons in their housemaids. 

Honor shall be worth dirt; Pride shall be pissed onto Walls, like Jezebels košer manna!! 

Naboths wineyard shall be retaken, by the satyrs and spirits of St. Louis to draw mana 

from the Blues, enchant spells from every tune and hip twerk Elvis's chip-monks trade. 

XI

A Chip for thee, but not for My Liege, to shoulder with treason and leaf Iroh Alone 

with Ao Ji and Sun Wukong. Who is the best Omon-Ra key to rhecepy a rhemedy 

in Uranium; Iridium and Ptolemy? C-Mayor Cum Laude PhD -- burn, ye crone, 

Quasimodo of Notre Dame, for all Schools shall be derelict, abandoned, undone! 

Semper Fi becomes Nihil Delphi, the Pretorians oust the Holy Seat. Rhapsodies 

shall the Bohemians and Bavarians sing once more. Monkey seethe indies; 

money boos vintage! Just as Eli and his offspring was accursed, shall be your drones. 

XII

Nobody shall venture higher than 30; thy children and old hags shall be your rulers! 

How's the mind, so is the spirit, what goes out, rots the Wits End -- Intruder Alert... 

Cool your engines, Dennis, for you have drawn the attention away from Boomers. 

Draw your swords, Two Towers of Babel and Bethel, for your ears shall Coomer 

in the sand. Elves shall be on the Shelf, and Dwarves shall be in the Heard Daleth 

as Jacob cannot enter Psalm 119 for Uzza got it backwards from Mogil David. 

The Affidavit was affirmative on the superlative action, executed in Robocop HMS!!

XIII

Her Majesters Ship was Shippuden, Naru Hodor, hold my Gates on Rashomon; 

the oranges there plucked and ripe for the take, as the Nimloth ate the palantir! 

The forbidden fruit made her Gay -- Trust the Science of Omniscient Yatagaramon; 

as Nevermore shall be your underscore on each anthem and Banner! Monzaemon 

wants to hug the Chikamatsu out of Nobumaru -- morituri te salutant -- Paladins!! 

May the zealoth acolyte "I Am" Hungry for vores, who eat Ouroboros for Saladin's 

sake, to give the Crescent Moon its new Apogee. Can't eat your sheats and Bakugan. 

XIV

As the flavour was exploding in my mouth, the hold up was in the Ladies room; 

inmates raping the toilet with the failures of a Future Sheffs kissing a dragon roost. 

The Prophet was heavy with Pathos, and fell down like Eli, for the Arc went wroom 

to the House of Obed-Edom, until King Davids nude dancing brings it to groom... 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, when will your Michals, daughters of Saul humble -- loose 

are thine tongues to snub on your husbands, whenever something befalls -- goosed 

are your sons and daughters, chased into the wilderness, like evil spirits for the Zoom!

XV 

Who wants to call the Yellow Cat, but he is walking her own path -- Fox 

was calling Pinochiot and Cheetah to Trebuchet on the walls of Broadway. 

The way was wide enough for five men to stand up and fight Hard Knox 

the new Universitas Torquemandis. Avatar this: What if Blue Angrboda Rocks, 

to be more O-Ren Ishii, than Charley Brown? The frame was cut at Xiansai; 

to covet some salt in the wounds and at the lime of fire. That lemon was live. 

A Sub-Marine to fight all Doom: Eternals and Duke Nukems Forever in Bollox 

XVI 

Castor was tweeting to Pollux -- St. Paul needed to board his ship, for Rome 

wasn't laid waste in a days march. Whatever may a bribe do in Peace offering? 

Cassandra intercepted it, for you shall not WWW for Apollos pleasure, Chrome 

was seen embraced, as she was crying at the face of Mt. Vesuvius Thunderdome. 

After a Wicked Were-Winter, many plebs and pretorians long for a new spring; 

just as Moses, he could see the promised land, but he could not enter! Singe 

oh heart, break ye hearthstone -- for your wardens have abandoned thy flame!!