Rejoice, for the hour of parting is upon us,
Be steadfast, be unfraid, and be jubilant.
Yours is the greatest sacrifice, You are the great purifier.
Theirs is the fate of a child, innocent and blind.
We have been delivered, they exclaim loudly and without shame.
This pile of corpses is forever testament to the majesty of our LORD.
Bathe them in the fires of liberation.
Be unselfish, for they know not how gravely they err.
Forgive them as a mother would her children,
For you are their only hope at salvation.
You are to slay them wherever ye might hit upon them,
You are to fight until thy Lord is the day's recourse.
Be unselfish, for they know not how gravely they err,
Liberate them from the darkness of transgression.
We have been delivered, they exclaim loudly and without shame.
This pile of corpses is forever testament to the majesty of our LORD.
Tongues that never stumble, level their accusations,
Drink now from this well that wets many a parched mouth.
Tongues that never stumble, sing songs of salvation,
While their gaze mediates justice on our behalf.
A perverse celebration, a paraphilizing of existence,
As we whirl ecstatically to the drums of hysteria.
To an audience of robbed, bereaved wombs and feverish faces,
As we dance in the shadow of the half-eclipsed moon.