Beneath charred spires, where rot festers unseen,
In suffocating crypts, minds fracture and lean,
Churches gag on prayers, defiled to the core,
Cathedrals loom as tombs, their sanctity no more.
Night’s rancid breath chokes the trembling air,
A shroud for deeds no soul could bear.

Satan’s maw gapes in the silence, obscene,
Rituals carve flesh, a blasphemous scene,
Abuse drips thick, a river of innocent blood,
Children’s bones clatter where shadows flood.
Tongues twist in shrieks, a hymn to decay,
Worship writ in blood that will never wash away.