Apocalypse

[Duke]

Good and Evil locking scythes in this last hour of the apocalypse/
Blood starts to drip from Our Lady of Madonna’s lips/

Behold the nails and cross, the rider on the pale horse/
Look at the sin’s cost and what man has lost/

Tribulations reigns over every nation with swarms of locusts plaguing/
The earth begins to quaking, split by the horns of Satan/
Deaf to your imprecations and the priest’s ministrations/
The floods that come make Katrina look like a mild raining/

No longer bound by law, men devour each other like carnivores/
Even nuns get raped like El Salvador, deflowered on a carnal tour/

Men rob each other out of their pockets, tear each others’ eyes from out of their sockets/
Heaven and hell are unlocking, the stench of death is overwhelming noxious/

The wicked are captured, naked, slathered in blood and battered/
The good are enraptured, carried to the love of the hereafter/

The gentle hearts filled with wanderlust headed for the white clouds of cumulus/
The evil dark get charred to dust and beheaded by Stygian Succubus/