*this is the final version of this poem, hope you enjoy*

4 Voices whisper, lament of the world,
damnation conspired, validation in darkness,
heaven will burn, and crumbles around me,
soul tainted in evil, but this task that i see.

Into the cemetery i call to my victims,
and like a fly, I smother their life,
the time of burning, the jews!
it shows in turning events, it's your turn to die!

In a river of blood, a mountain of corpses,
my vicitims tonight, of sweet blasphemies,
as the vatican's burning,
i smile, my face smeared in blood.
Slit the throat of the liar pope,
YOU'RE NEXT GOD, TO DIE!!!

Crumble your kingdom, and burn down your castle,
rape your angels, and tear down your throne,
behead your son, and slaughter opposition,
the skies are raining, rain of your blood.

Drink wine from the skull of an angel,
enslaving humanity, bite the faltering heart of jesus,
stone your prophets, for they are liars,
consuming the light, and plunge it all into eternal darkness.

Bastard christ, fuck you and your lies,
you were born to mislead and then die,
then die!!!

All in all, the reaper stands beckoning me,
bring about the end of the world,
and we crash and burn!!!!!