City of Angels

by my brother is jesus Ive denied your Rapture   Aug 5, 2007


In a city of angels
all fallen from the heavens
the churches all burned to the ground
Is where the Devil's daughter makes her home.

Tonight they feast
feast on livers and splines,
from the angels that they killed,
the time of Christians, and Catholics is dieing.

You worship hell, or this hell on earth,
or you might as well kill yourself
because if you don't, the rest will
they will devourer you.

She sits on her thrown
softly stroking her Sphinx,
she learned her ways of torture from her father,
but she's become better.

All fear her,
except her lover,
her abusive lover,
she's taken control.

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