God, the one true God is the judicious in his role
While the incendiary awaits its time to blaze for justice
His wrath burns with caustic fire being malleable succumb to his will.
The Decrepit who's irksome and malignant sways
Shall be rebuked from heaven's ways
Cast down in the path of purgatory a waiting it shake
His fate of the mystic being to pass its judgment in its wake
The cursed soul odious in his attempts to protrude the very way of life,
Is left in the darkest depth of hell with his melodramatic scene of its sordid strife
His visage is changed
The only responsible in his pain is his own carp self.
His transition from light to dark is imminent in his deterioration from life.