(777) 3-Gehenna

Trumpets 2-6 and the lake of fire and hell, the gateway for the damned. Partially inspired by failed love.

I am the resolution sent from cosmos
You've heard of me from patmos
I fall gently upon the thrashing seas
A fiery mountain in the sky instantly
A million flames with one destiny
To kill these creatures, unnatural powers that be

I'm a distant sun of radiation
Falling unto rivers for worlwide circumvallation
To cover life giving suns
To complete renewing sevens
To make earth a satanic heaven
To fall away from lovely sky paintings
And open the pit of sufferings
Darken further with the breath of hell
Lark and locust murder with death and a blood well
A familiar face of dust, jagged teeth,
Kill all unless under god's spell
An iron heart cage thudding like a million horses rushing into battle
Venomous hypocritical chariot rattle
Of saviors killing killers on a holy saddle

To grab all you can with skinny fists
Behavior of a genocidal tendencies with avarice
For damnation of every one of god's creations and sing along to spiteful elations

Avaritia for the lake of fire,  man's cremation
Do what you have to, sound these brass vibrations

I'm a crying whimper, an excuse of a plea

I'm one of many frightened, beaten down to their knees

Eyes dilated from the shine of angels from the Euphrates

Unrelated, sinners that dine gluttonous unaware of their fates

I'm the fluid cold hearted man standing in the pentagram shapes

Two-Hundred Million spitting flaming sulfur hidden in smoke

They come from under, fitting and taming written death, to invoke

Hooves of thunder, lightning striking and splitting them, hanging with ropes

Wrath of no lover, fighting the feeling and kidding himself with high hopes

Mysteries like no other, whispering of skies to the ear that can't be wrote

Lure me to your words of amphibious truths, shove it down my throat

Sweetly in my mouth at first, further down the worst, your voice is a sad note

Watery and deceitful, a burst of flames from water, a hearse for me, I know

Lengthy little scroll, read me, and be pulled into hell with this undertow

Let the last hateful trumpet blow.