The Wrath of The Appointed Ones

Such an arrogant fool you are

To think you hold enough power to contest that which you reject

An applause is what we give you for being such a foolish contender

Do you dare think a prized fool shall rule above Kings appointed by Masters of the earth?

Such a shallow way of thinking you've been plagued with

It is more amusing than anything

Those that are not worth the time of punishment shall watch you and all that is under your control be given death by the same sword you threaten with

The blood of your men shall be the delight of hordes and legions

Torment and agony are what they will endure because of your arrogance

Every King, Pharaoh, and High Council shall watch your men be slaughtered until there are none left

They will consider themselves blessed by the creator of all things if they are spared

And quite frankly, I care not to see them spared

To contest your own for a slave master is treason

And all that commit treason shall be given the reward of death

The blood of your men shall flow upon the earth like a Great Flood

Those that are captured shall be tortured and tormented in the eyes of their Master

Simply because it is his wish upon the earth

You have no loyalty to your own, nor the land in which you dwell

Your men shall be the replacement of those that are not worth my time to punish

You will bleed dry with the hatred my event has for me

You will be made into nothing

Your entire Kingdom shall be made a laughingstock of the entire world

You will never be victorious over those that have been appointed by Masters above Masters of the earth

They are to spit on your existence

All that help you shall endure Fire and Brimstone

They shall Forever burn in the Lake of fire for contesting their Master and his entrusted

Even your own Master is commanded to turn against you

And he will turn against you or his most beloved slaves shall pay the price

You are of no concern

You are nothing more than a sad excuse for Excellence

Your Kingdom shall be destroyed with the wrath of Colossal Doom and Destruction

Not a soul shall live if they wish it

You will be burned and stoned for your treason against their Master

Even your Master will bow or he will lose all that he has upon this earth that has been made his Heaven

Your firstborn son shall fear the day that it is his turn to partake in the destruction of his own people

All of you will be slaughtered by the thousands upon thousands

The cries of your men shall be heard throughout the entire earth

A Great Failure is what you will be known as on the day you declare war against the King of Kings

The holiest of holies among all holy and unholy shall make you a sad man in the eyes of the world

You are a soulless slave that would trade in your own people for sheckles of silver

Your men shall bow in obedience

And failure shall stain their names for 1000 years in total

The legacy and namesake of their bloodline is hereby cursed indefinitely until your debt is repaid for contesting the will of the lord

And it will be you that is next in line to be ripped from your mountain

Your calvary and men are worthless

They are nothing more than slabs of meat for the dead

Don't be foolish and think you can win anything

My existence is the mocking of your borrowed time in Heaven on earth