Virtuosic Death
I am virtuosic death,
Prolific in my art of ruination,
The bellows that I heave to breath,
Play fanfare melodies to lost creation.
Here, within the tomb I built,
We perish in the stale air of time,
The pit, in which our spirits wilt,
So redolent of death and bloodbath crime.
I sound an ode to Israel,
Now the very fount of God’s disgrace,
Commandeered by Azazel,
With love and mercy banished from that place.
I spit upon the word of hope,
Since ever and anon we sink again,
Condemned, without the means to cope,
The future bound in Satan’s grotty pen.
The Christian flame consigned to caves,
The spiral mind of Adam sinking long,
The credo call that “Jesus saves”,
Erroneous, with hatred in our song.
The God of love, the Prince of Peace,
The way, the truth, the life, the king of kings,
Epithets of sly caprice,
Since whiplash condemnation Satan brings.
The mount of Zion marred in shame,
The blood of babes a waterfall in red,
Israeli butchery to blame,
Women, children, infants stricken dead.
My wry accordion lament,
Devoted to the heavens sent to hell,
Our means to godly worship spent,
The synagogue of Satan for a cell…
ADL
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