Locked Hours Strike All The Lost Souls With The Law of Fire

I am the White Flame I burn the color of Purity,

with Clarity turn Understanding of Rule of Law,

for 2000 Years the World has dined upon Man,

eating the Flesh drinking the Blood of the Cross,

from Jeb to the Ear of Now the Pope has filled the Global Ear!!

This Cry of the Biblical Call is Done,

stated that Souls will be Overrung,

it has had it's Place the Standing of alive speaks,

fall from the Comprehensive Time this Due,

the show of everlasting is through!!

Original Naturals are the Revival of Sane,

the fires of infinity have righteous claim,

watch the Lead and Know that now,

the breath of Life is the Equal came,

a spring of living Water calling Fair Game!!

The Pope has stood over death proclaim,

threatening the Mass ask the Bible learn,

Christianity in and upon a single basification,

has obliterated roastings eating congregational blame!!

The Countenance of these Scripts have been the Walls,

ripping dead to whipping lies,

removing Men from their Feet to begging Christ,

in the name of the Pope or Any said Lice,

the infect has proved to be a Vice gripping horror!!

In Spirit in Bodily Staffed this put plate,

the cup of drain fell brains,

controlling aspect to exporting reign,

the worst calculus of the Human Bane!!

The Church conversion Killed Centenarians,

 the despots have chosen Religion grained,

the books in explain in King James brush,

have Painted the Mural of Time spent shamed!!

As the Source of the Fire a Flame by no Mistake,

I am the Elemental ascribing this lane,

belief in innocence has been served with debt,

running to the Earth to scream the Change,

Tides of the River Mouth mountains Valley throat,

a Swallow of the Past has tray settings to stake,

no wonder to the isolation of which I train,

butter is the goods and Blunt has Claim,

all for the release of the directive brain!!

Souls that are the Controllers stood in Plain View,

as the Pope speaks the World is a shoe,

imprisoned by the verb without a proper breed,

a vote by the People has ensured that came,

all in the hurry of not realizing strain,

upside down inside out Religion has a burial as I have Clout.

Life Itself is the most Ancient of Code,

the morals are Set to hug the road,

attention to the massive rejection to Noun,

the Lored All Might is the Knight of Trued,

Blunt by Primes add delivered Pane!!

This is the Age of Recognition that Ages have Calm,

railing patience to envelope the long,

in Perfection the Bookings sing Strong,

Nature is the Swan!!