Ash-shahid

"there is no darkness in damnation. when all great truths 
begin as
Heresies, it is a vileness to believe. let this our 
gospel's inquisition be
Reborn and, in the throes of birth, enact its first rites 
of communion upon
Their flesh and blood."*
The first trumpet sounded.
We are the children of perdition, basking in the glow of 
their churches
Burning.
"beside 'truth' i've descried the chosen lie whereby your 
lives be death
Glorified, praising the hands that fasten tight upon your 
throats - and you
Choke."
In this, our hour of judgment, humanity is violently 
redeemed. thena'
Shaitan! ana dajjal! enta shaitan - and every knee may bow 
except for mine.
The second trumpet sounded.
"there is no light borne with salvation, the tragic 
fallacy's that we've
Perceived a death's the worthy price to forgive ourselves 
for simply being
Alive, a vicious lie. cast the bastards to the pyre.
"i am legion, who have been sent to dwell among the swine, 
hearts corrupt
With diseases, minds clouded by the treacherous divine."
The third angel sounded and there fell a great star from 
heaven, blazing as
If it were a lamp, and its name was wormwood.
"we are the great satan."