Graven image of the beau ideals

A beast rises up from hell
Sons of Adam prophesied
People who fare well
Would get demonised

A beast with many horns
Some heads hidden long
His stinking breath scorns
His influence strong

Gods who wed be forgetting
Would also rise their skulls
Bals childs will be rotting
And the mony weve to mull

Mammon gains applause
Zeus became in centre
Even US its white house
Shows his face at enter

False they are!
He uses their name
He fights his war
His dark hidden fame

The beast arised
As were foretold
His hearts are iced
Wed better behold

The hearts of men are deadly calm
Sickened by influence of beasty gods
They sing their meaningless death realm
With sollid unintended prods

I humbled myself and kneeled down in sudden tears
Made myself small and begged to my own beloved God
Protect me and strengthen me, I feel like a clown who fears
Redempt, love and heal me before I shed my own blood

Falling asleep in dreams of gods of fire
Reflecting my lusts, induldgements are flying
Dark collored screams to frightening desire
I utter in fear of my inner emotions, Im crying

Scared to get gaught up in my passions
Passions hurting another in vain
Continuously searching for satisfactions
Causing friends and mother pain

Please I begged in silence of shouting
Bless me let your way of life be
My slumbers are pounding and I am so lonely
Im scared of myself please derive me

I ask you for your presence
And sacrifice my life
Unto your righteous essence
To endure your thrive

Love will close me in
You and me together
Know you will win
And all other gods will shudder