Deposition

There will be an apocalypse,
Oh, there will be!
Not alike what you've been fed,
Not alike your scripture.
There will be
No seraph's trumpet,
No divine savior,
No virgin strumpet,
No evil arbiter.
There will be us and there will be you,
And there will be blood and a slew
Of poor, rising from their wormless tombs,
With souls incinerated, bodies incapacitated,
We will let our Fury's muzzle loose.

In that heavenly Hades
Every suppressed Woman,
Every oppressed Man,
Every castrated Child,
And every masticated Pride
Will rise,
And munch on the thick throat of despots,
Suckling on every vein of yours,
Claiming what was once ours.

At those gory hours,
We'll paint the azure sky crimson red, 
And you, who have feasted
Upon the excrements of a foisted democracy,
Will be baptized by your blood.

Does this make us savages?
Are we senseless ravagers?
Let our descendents decide.
We're sick of the darkness of this shell,
Let us defy and dance by the tolling knell.