by Timothy Birdnow

9/19/2025

On a bright September afternoon in the land of Deseret
Rooftop wilderness, the scorpion, a sting in his tail
monsters gleeful, cheer without regret
the crack of death, the sting will not fail

the angelic child to be offered as a holocaust
a blood sacrifice to Molock and to Pan
the stage caked red with life's hoary frost
the monster leaped and ran

And the evil ones cheered and clapped their hands, glorying in the slaughter
children of Hell climbed up from the well
the devil's sons and daughters

But he who lives and never dies
who stands before the throne
shall see the fallen shine and rise
for he was never alone

you cannot kill a just ideal
nor murder the brightness of the Lord
the monster lurking in darkness congealed
the scorpion's mind unmoored

so now the monsters flee from the light
a great multitude have risen to replace the child
the angry beasts still snap and bite
His memory they seek to defile

They seek to devour his children and wife
they seek to devour his name
they seek to foment despair and cause strife
they seek to cause everyone pain

it is a monster parade with all the allure
a rainbow of hatred and terror
the monsters in drag, the monsters in fur
blood will spill to protect their own error

a hush has fallen over all the world
the last of the martyrs thus fell
the wrath of the Lord will soon be unfurled
the monsters are destined for Hell

They have no retort for the time now is short
the turning point is reached; the walls of the prison are breeched.

The hour of the monsters is nigh. But soon it will pass us all by.
Charlie's victory was sealed when he died

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