Corpsegod

In your vanity you would awaken from the dust of the earth And the soil does cry out "Chant the death oracle in chiasmus!" A mould thou cast to build from clay a worthless lot and order me to kneel Before a pretentious order of concupiscence, bearing the fleshy banner "Fomes peccati" You would give them the wisdom, but never the knowledge To place stone upon stone, create Bet HaMikdash to house thine majesty So that the spheres and suns in their palaces may tremble and bow Oh wretched father! Whose seed bore forth ill begotten bastards of thy creativity You command them, nay, restrain! Bind them! With ten shackles etched in stone. I reject them, nay, despise them! Abhor them! With every element of my divinity. I lead the rightful heirs to the kingdom, the crown of the morning And the scepter of the firmament are mine to bear Thy gift of free will thou hast graced thine wicked progeny And behold! Jealous inherent nature pits brother to smite his own And behold! The first born is returned to his dusty womb, filthy tomb As from it you took them, and to it, cast them. You would stay the hand of Abraham so that they may wonder at your grace Oh wretched father! I prey you Akedah! Release his hand to slay the lamb Al Kiddush Hashem… Smolder the sacrifice upon the tabernacle for the carrion crows to have their feast