Of Armegeddon, Brett Is The Final Word. Poem by Brett White

As the May rain falls, God's Holy Voice Calls,
To apprehend His Son's enemies now,
And toss them into flames that Satan crawls:
Revenge and retribution reach them somehow.
Let the psalms of Erebus ring out loud,
As the shadow of Lucifer glows in Sheol,
Amidst a full-scale CIA led media blackout.
Inflame the condemned with a scorpionic glow.
Imprecate every demonic name in Hades,
To arise and serve their Infernal Lord,
Βρετανός Θάνατος with His sacred Pleiades.
Of Armageddon, Brett is the Final Word.