Curse you, Sinner,

  Curse you to Hell!

  In the game of Life,

  you've shown your tell!

  For all you've cheated,

  and lied and stole

  It's with great joy

  I bring you low!

  Upon your knees

  Where you belong

  While Satan mocks

  Your sorry song

  Sinner, repent!

  Your life is spent;

  Yet from this moment on,

  May you live long!

  And be in pain;

  Like those you've slain!

  For nothing more

  than unjust gains!

  Hypocrite; Yes, I may be!

  A Mortal Wretch; Oh yes, that's me!

  Filth and Scum; My ears, they itch!

  The Antichrist; Hey, he's my bitch!

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  The difference between you and I

  Is when I look upon your crimes

  Even one as ill as I

  Begin to retch and curse and cry.

  Even I won't cross such lines!

  So I beeseched the higher beings

  To self-reflect what I've been seeing

  And when our starcrossed sights did match

  They had agreed! At once, at that...

  Together, We, under sacred Union

  Questioned ilk almost your equal

  After gazing upon your plots

  First, They were shocked;

  Then, declared you true evil!

  And so, Together,

  As One; an equal

  Celestial? Infernal?

  We cared for neither

  Whether born of Babel

  Or mere mortal peoples

  We marched Ourself

  To your accursed steeple

  And took you on

  In righteous battle

  So that none

  Would be your sequel!

  Long, we fought

  Or perhaps, short

  It concerned Us not

  To record such efforts

  For We had purpose

  And drive, and meaning

  We did not stop

  Till' twighlight fleeting

  We shifted Planes

  Dimensions crumbling

  Our movements firm

  devoid of stumbling

  And when the astral stardust cleared

  And when We felt your truesoul shatter

  Though We no longer were revered

  It was as if nothing else mattered

  We whooped and hollered in celebration

  For all Our abodes lie safe and stationed

  After the feast, and a short deliberation,

  We took our leave, our homes not taken.

  Ha!

  Never again, shall you feel the seasons

  While you gained your wrongs, you had lost your reason!

  May God unmake you

  The Devil take you!

  If you still do think

  Then know this above all:

  Be true to thine self

  Or face pride after fall!

  We cared for you not

  Though wish you'd been able

  All may eat in Our land

  But not all at Our table.

  We asked not for your hand

  But wished not for your head.

  You were not Our friend,

  But neither were you Our foe.

  Perhaps you wouldn't be dead

  had you heard this eons ago.