Alchemisland

Sarcastic mass delivered in a thicket, like an unexpected infant

A wicked defrocked priest defiles hosts

Summoning evil ghosts who talk of coming flood

Of drummonds struck as signals in Heaven, heard throughout the Levant

Nimrod speaks, “I will smite God, drag him down to Earth and have him live among my starving bitches

Carving ditches to extend the walls of my cities in piercing, stinging heat for eternity

I will hitch him, I will yoke the creator and have him burn bitumen bricks to build my cloudtickling Babel tower, it grows even now.”

Each hour his glowering face flowers another potential destruction

Sargon a sardonic dark god

Nimrod worse, gaoled in Malkuth

Mighty hunter before the lord.