Friday, July 28, 2017
NCR ; ( Not Christ's Registry )
From a stony ridge in Dublin town ,
The druid couple hurled ,
Their petrified rejections at ,
The Christ who made the world .
They stoned one of his children ,
With quarried rocks of sin ,
Mined from their own hateful hearts hearts ,
Sulfurous kilns within .
Their faithful prey treads upward now ,
While they , to their demise ,
Are discharged to a lower hell,
Much to their surprise .
Tormentors kept by evil lords ,
Inciting Christ's duress ,
Puppeteering Wiccan hearts ,
Groomed for hell's success .
Their victim treading upward still ,
As both wicked further stray ,
From Him who has reserved His wrath ,
For them on His great day .