The King of Hell

As fawning ravens fan the frenzied fiends
They cast their eyes to all within their gaze
The righteous quelled beneath satanic winds
Yet one-eyed jackals howl for darker days

Crushed to dust, the good, and crushed the humble
Injustice strewn in rubbled-city streets
The trident thrust in reason's failing life pulse
Coldly silenced as it raised its whispered beat

Volcanic muds of madness simmer on
Spewing out their putrid stench of hate
The godbrood is the Mammon of the hour
They're crucifying angels at Hell's gate

Children carried, death-limp, from their dust tombs
The burning take their choiceless flight to death
The wrong be right, for righteousness be theirs
Ventriloquistic devils feign god breath.

Now look around, as blood profusely flows
Where fashion shows of weapons mock the free
Trampled underfoot, a shepherd's clothing
As demons stroll with smug impunity

Soul-destroying, viral sleight of hand
Voraciously devours last scraps of hope
And when man climbs the final scaffold
He'll know that his own hand has placed the rope