Washed In Blood Of A Lamb Poem by brutal sickthermic saint

Watch the blood go thicker.
Dark majority pulling souls westerly,
Mortal combat and death to religion symtoms,
as God's creatures smoke spliffs with the be-evilled.
Death train speed-up, wrath of God.

Don't wake me up!
I have knight visions projected in my dreams like lazer light,
four angels with brass bowls to torture the deaf and mother earth.
Sinner souls locked in black coffins to face osiri eyes,
Dark troops versus the holly ghost.
My sins evaporated into a white rose and turned it black,
am saved.
Periscoped earth scramble, re-apocolypse.

Heavenly apogee.
Dwell in cloud 9 handling black book with skeleton hands.
Glory!

Sliver lining part of cristianity revealed!
As anti-cristian trogans gatter down.
Im fliying without wings riding starships.
Saved!
Washed in blood of a lamb!