Woe to You IsraHELL (Poem)

Woe to you IsraHELL
Mother of lies

Mother of martyrs
Mother of whores

You stoned the Prophets
And burned the scrolls

Sought death for your children
Broke bread with your foes

You raped and pillaged
And broke the commands

Taunted and cheated with blood on your hands

An abomination is what you’ve come to be
The Lost Ten Tribes are death under your feet

Topheth (Poem)

Topheth is stacked with an abundance of wood
Woe to the kings who are up to no good

Woe to the nations of blasphemous glory
The beginning of light is the end of your story

Woe is the sulfur that comes down like rain
It’s the end of drought and the beginning of pain

Woe is the fire that sets it ablaze
The flood of the righteous at the end of dayz