Dominion Theology - Fall of Efrafa

Blessed be
Thy torment
Bound to the
Cadaver of the righteous
Our dutiful dead
Dispose of this land in renewed valour
Four we have slain the pitiful
Scoured this repugnant plain
With our cleansing touch
With vigour I blind my sight
Tranquil I resign my fate
Willing I cut my loins
For you have bled for us
You have died for us
Bind up thy wicked tongues
Sew shut her shameful lust
Burn up the sodomites
For they have wronged you
The have opposed you
Our vainglorious divinity
Fertile manure of the oppressed
Seething in cruor of the devout
Lives shed in adoration of you
Pardon the meek inheritance
Your words blanch skin bleach white
Cast out all other creeds
Gomorra filth
Worthless skin
Darwin's soiled grievance
Truth outweighed by the dumb
No reason in his domain
The deafening throng
The rapturous ascent
Of lives left in forfeit
Our last lament
This selfish appraisal
Lives lifted above
Bereft of all love