Blasphemy

Forbidden garden were planted with black roses Emitting smells of long gone corpses Abandoned for purity Extricated from beneath of sunken earth The soils were crumpling and humid Turning it into after burnt colors Trespassers wouldn’t take a second look To determine what’s left for Hell Is not left for Heaven The brooding and legitimate darkness Of impurities will soon Breeds the seeds of Satan impersonating priests All Hell breaks loose Somebody with empowerment and virgin Have to seal the floodgate Children’s of the damned are crusading An army of bona fide blasphemies Exorcising the wicket link Pathfinders will soon start Surveying the pinnacles The annihilation of the world