Blasphemous Sarin Execrations - Venereal Baptism

The noxious cloud conceals the writhing and the withered

The walls bear the marks of desperation

Footlong gashes crafted in panic

Suffocation agenda, gaseous deprivation of life

An assault on all senses, horrifying execution

Shuddering at the sight of the slain

The unmercifully spared await their turn for torture

Freshly-shorn and certain of their fate

Hysterics initiate from the gathering of the doomed

Forced into furious fumes, the tormentors are elated

Quietus quintessence, no breath breaks the stillness

Eyes roll back into sagging sullen sockets

Dripping tongues grace the acidic floor

On the easel of stone

Animalistic adversaries paint their work

Bones and hair for brush, yellowing skin for canvas

A palette of pus and rigor-mortic red yields the vicious vision

Now sweep them away to forge new art of antichristian aim

The new terrified crop will produce desirable fear

Bountiful numbers for death’s harvest

Esophageal execrations burst from gasping maws

Their final exhalations a curse upon their assailants

The Rhythm of the deceased

Hysterics initiate from the gathering of the doomed

Forced into furious fumes, the tormentors are elated

Quietus quintessence, no breath breaks the stillness

Eyes roll back into sagging sullen sockets

Dripping tongues grace the acidic floor

On the easel of stone

Animalistic adversaries paint their work

Bones and hair for brush, yellowing skin for canvas

A palette of pus and rigor-mortic red yields the vicious vision

Now sweep them away to forge new art of antichristian aim