Children of Abraham

The sins of a father faithfully handed down to manifold generations.

Even as I have fallen and

require now a dream

to restore the faith

of my offspring and

the bride of my youth...

Rise up now my children

and walk through

this valley of my own sin's making.

Claim your inheritance.

Sacrifice your young,

the innocent.

Surrender your

firstborn in battle.

Send out your daughters

intact.

Make silent the words of Jesus,

the lesser prophet,

who speaks, as a child, of

humility and peace

and turning the other cheek.

You have come to fulfill,

to receive the blessing

you are owed

at the indignation of

your brother's flesh.

Come Messiah's children,

and by your own hand

condemn the wicked

to their darkness.

Bask in the righteous light

washed by the blood

of the lamb.

Come children of the Prophet,

you mighty nation

who slay the infidel.

Take your rightful seat

at My right hand.

Come chosen ones,

sons of Sarah.

Drink the blood of your enemies

at the gate

of your tabernacle.

Wipe the dust from your eyes

my children.

You three brothers,

heirs of a jealous

and mighty all powerful King,

trinity of holy destruction,

My sons fashioned in My likeness

Killing brethren for My glory,

feasting together with blood lust

in the sacred halls.

How proud your father Abraham

is, the fullness of the promise

made manifest before him,

walking blameless beside his Lord

in a river of your blood.