Jesus bursts from the tomb, howling like a feral moon
His breath thick with dust & the screams of centuries
The holy men leap from their pews
Swinging incense like chains, tongues forked with fire
They swarm the heretics like rats on a sinking ship
Binding wrists with rosary beads that hiss like rattlesnakes

It’s a carnival of chaos, a gospel of grime
Sweat & brimstone painting the air in stripes of fury
Blood gushes from the preacher’s face
A crimson halo that drips onto the altar
The cameras zoom in, catching every glint of madness
Broadcast live in glorious technicolor blasphemy

The Antichrist hums electric on the TV screen
Neon veins glowing like a Vegas jackpot
Drop a dollar in the plate
Not for redemption, but for spectacle
Pick up a pitchfork, its tines sharp with purpose
And march to the town where everything burns