Purgatory

I'm the man with the shot gun
cross.

The false idols now broken and
covered in mass.

Drowning the world in the blood of
the sheep, stack the bodies on
the souless heep.

Fiction made, made fresh with the
powder and shot.

Enlightened to the fact that
Purgatory is not that hot,

Through, the levels of the nine, I
have trodged.

The label SINNER, can no longer
be dodged!

One now, replaces three in the
fangs of the beast,

Alone hangs the liar, the founder
of the feast!

The commandments of my life
are simple there is only one:

Thou shall fall to your knees,
close your eyes and await
salvation!