Now therefore
Kill every male among the little ones
And a sacrifice of adulterers whom lay with men
The women, the children
Perish, suffer, and death by mutilation

Hail to the new Christian theocracy
In the beginning, I, the creator hath engulfed a source of blinding light
I brought life to a once abysmal null creator of perfection

I, thine father of the cherub
The Leviathan of incense
An abominable forbearance grips me

The penalty comes with no exodus
No heavenly afterlife
Prodigal pestilent prophecies
Spoke unto death of procreation
Unclean spawns of impurities and sin
Unworthy to experience my paradise
Only cast to flame and damnation
Deflesh the nurturing unformed bodies in utero into carcasses that form the meat

Bones
For I must witness the glorious sight of them being dashed
Dragged
Ripped on the edge of stone
Slaughter the lamb who is conceived by an act of lust
Of purgery to me
All the ungodly swine
I write in disgust
For every forsaken woman guilty of this atrocity will have the fruit of their loins, the wretched scum
Newborns torn
Mangled and mutilated
Cut from her womb

Hear my sermon
Feel shame burning, that of a thousand suns

You shall bathe in the fetal remains, rotting in a pile of death, says I, the Leviathan
The horrid stench replaces oxygen
Repentance
Useless filth
And waste my failed creations