Deus Vult Devolution (@DeusVultDevolution)

@Smcpherson12 Praying for the Meteorite Well there can be no doubt now The knives are all out now And the Devil, he's done playing nice And there's no use pretending It all won't soon be ending Whether by fire or ice And the light proves a curse As the shadows disperse And the Horsemen go mounting their steeds And if it weren't for damnation You'd think that salvation Was the last thing that anyone needs And it may seem an odd Thing to whisper to God But I think it is fitting and right If there's no turning round A world that is hellbound Then I'm praying for the Meteorite Yes I'm as ready as paper To flash into vapor Should it come screaming down from above Such a small price to pay For just even one day Without perversions I won't sing of Lest I sully this song With an endlessly long Litany of degenerate blight They all spit in God's eye And so that is why I am praying for the Meteorite In Heavenly silence And with Divine violence I picture it hurtling through space Heading straight for the Earth With all that Fate is worth And with preternatural Grace And I pray that it reaches Them stricken and speechless Laid low in their lurid zeitgeist And more to make them tremble I pray it resembles The head of Our Lord Jesus Christ Smiling serenely Yet ever so keenly As the buttplugs bulge out of their tights And in their surrender There is only one gender And it is called Meteorite Yes it may seem an odd Thing to whisper to God But I think it is fitting and right If there's no turning round A world that is hellbound Then I'm praying for the Meteorite