"They gnash their teeth and weep for mercy,
but it's too late.
Grace has expired."

For once I walked in the flames of Hades.
Now in Hell, I tread once again.
Once as servant, now as conqueror.
Exploiting what I once exalted.

"They gnash their teeth and weep for mercy..."

I am a threat.
I am war.
A living crusade.
I will dismember my Goliaths.

My Crusade

I am superior to none,
but inferior to no one.
I am no better than the most perverse sinners,
but I have been found clean.
Uncorrupted by the filth.
Chains dissolved in another realm,
but effective in my own dimension.

"I believe I have found the cure to the black of mankind."

A Carpenter betrayed, maimed, blood drained, slain, death reclaimed.

A Carpenter's Resolve

"We unknowingly worship the Nephilim spirits,
under the disguise of entertainment."

Kiss the hooves of your golden calf.
Counterfeit worship is a spiritual bloodbath.
I laugh at your monuments of defeat.
Your graven images that you parade in the streets.
Statues of precursors to vanquishment.
Permanent excommunication.

Satan's reign collapsed, when Jesus reanimated.
So sculpture your overthrown icons,
but who wins in the end?
Not your charlatans.
Where once sat thorns, now adorned with exultance.

Monuments Of Defeat

What's the point of origin for this man of mystery?
Can a human wield this much power?
Is this the foretold Savior of our world?

"He works wonders beyond human capability.
All stare in awe at this traveler.
This Messiah from the sky."

A visitor to rescue mankind from annihilation.
Our redeemer who defies death and hell.
Defender of peace.
Destructor of anguish.

"For every beacon of light there is a pit of darkness.
We must fight to keep that darkness from overwhelming us all."

Will he set us free?
This immigrant of salvation.

The Traveler

We adore pieces of paper with fictious number values.
The "almighty" dollar.
Root of all that is evil.
An empty pursuit of a "god" who will perish.

Wealth will fade away into the ashes of the apocalypse.

In eternity, riches are measured in life's works.

Wealth will fade away into the ashes of the apocalypse.

"Our monetary systems are mere Vampires.
Draining the essence of our very souls."

An Empty Pursuit

Solo project from Crispy of Three Days In Hell.

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