Retch Atma -

Christ your ruler

The Christ your leader

In spite the hate of your grandeur

One would contend

Ruled by the iron fist of disfigured blasphemy

You are condemned

Spewed unto parchment the lies of terrorist recoil

Face down in the filth of self-control

Your delusion is fulfilled from pious denial

Hate and pity the flesh thy tomb to carry the mark of the beast

A stain creating by man

To segregate, the vampire of Judas

In spite we are reborn

To cast out the judgment of religious scorn

We shame for you in infinite decay