Sweet Grace

Famine, plagues, our childrens' cries;
altars crumble, below crimson skies.

Gods forgotten, angels smitten;
The sins of the father, unforgiven.

Sacred life, snuffed out with a whimper;
"To hell with her, no one will miss her!"

Peace at last, my bloodlust sated;
Body's now pale, exsanguinated.

Grace growing stiff now, rigor mortis concrete;
My precious little girl now wrapped in bloody bed sheets.

Guilt creeping in, searing, deep regret;
Sell your rotten soul, now in satan's debt