Samael Tsabaoth (The Taking)
My name is a refrain on the lips of all my people.
As I give to them, so do I take away.
Make me to lie down in bloodied pastures and irradiated fields,
Among the limbs of the slain and those taught to fire a gun from the time of their crying.
I am the bane of generations
I am the eradicator of races.
No one will be or was spared, even with atonements and blood on their doorposts
You have known that.
You are free to speak my name in your rites, for this name will be the last orgasm of your being into the rush of sweet sleep
Ironed over by bloody shroud.
Love me, fear me, cower before me, for I am the Angel of Death;
Not simply the angel of the Lord
But lord.
Your race has been contaminated.
4/16/11
