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