The Seven Hills of Rome

The writings on the wall,
Complete with pictograms;
A generation of saints and apostles,
Degrading innocent girls.

The Moon becomes the Sun;
And her blasphemies reach
Beyond the sky and into the unknown.

Holy See, apostasy,
Drowning out the creatures of the earth
Within the waters of your heresy;
Speak your boastful words,
And claim the Throne of Heaven
As your own.

Who will wage war?

The stone witch falls
Is the word of God;
Not dressed as king,
But as carpenter.

Divining Serpent,
Swimming in a sea of gold,
With a forked tongue;
Uttering all manner of deceit.

Demand we kiss the hand
And rings of gold;
Holy Father,
Rome will see you in ruin.


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