Dominance, not so far from footsteps
closing in like a precipice waiting-
for someone, anyone....to challenge
the nascent discharge of Armageddon-
of death to the world that they claim
as their own holy world when in fact-
this Dominance is clearly nothing less
than a malignant display of humanity;
thieves, murderers... cowardly vermin,
waging unspeakable acts behind masks,
sacrilege... they've dubbed as divine,
but only 'til its cower be challenged;
for few be seen on mountaintop sunsets,
for the good ones still hide from honor.
Death, will find the masked iniquitous,
and deliver these souls... to Jahannum.
Consequences, not so far from footsteps,
tripping on pure ignorance o'er a cliff.
FjR-MMXVI
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