The Pestilence of Heresy

vengence i seek for your pestilence has wrought a plaque within thy soul
withering thy flame into cinders and turning thy flesh into stone
i unsheath thy sword with ferocity and hark the seraphim crying out
"behead the heretic for it is the will of the gods!"
Blasphemer your voice echos unhallowed in thy ears
Thou shalt suffer for these words of heretic law
your creed shall go unacknowledged to society
your followers shall be drowned in their own blood
thou shalt burn in the fires of hades till the end of eternity
heretic you fall at thy feet, devoid of thou head
your blood stains thy flesh as i raise thy sword drenched in the blood of the dead
thou pestilence can no longer reap thy soul