As the false Pope snakes his way through the United States and you mortals fall on your knees in worship, remember, Satan sits below in judgment. He sees all the false idols to which you cling. He sees your stampedes of blasphemy and your death. He sees the falsity of your religions and belief systems. So see your Pope. Shed your tears. But, remember, there is nothing, absolutely nothing, that can save you from your afterlife of eternal torture and flames.
And since I am in that kind of mood this morning, I have chosen a delicious selection for you to begin your sacrilegious Friday. Here is Ruins of Beverast with “I Raised this Stone as a Ghastly Memorial” off this true believer’s 2009 LP, Foulest Semen of a Sheltered Elite.
I ceremonially predicted your distress
I raised this stone as a ghastly memorial
It has not been visited by the sun
Not been carved with an iron knife
Let no man lay it bare
While the waning moon wanders
Let not misled men remove it.