Brood of Vipers.

Brood of vipers! who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come? Your father is the devil. I am I am God's Son. I will return with a double edged sword to cut off the heads of the kings and the lords. The blood of my people crys out from the ground. Let my people go. You will oppress my people no more. I have come to release the prisoners from captivity. Your slaves will go free, your soldiers will return to their homes, your empire will crumble and the remnant will run into the hills and forests and dwell in the caves and the holes in the ground. Your towers will crumble to the ground, your temples will burn....
Repent on your knees in sackcloth and ashes. Plead for your lives for what you have done. The sins of your fathers, the folly of sons that have taken up weapons against us. You will burn for your transgressions. The spirits of the men of the lives you have taken will chase you to the depths of sheol.
I watched as you slit the throat of the spotless firstborn lamb of the sheep that you fleece and lead to the slaughter. I watched as you drained its blood into a basin and carried it into the depths of your empty catacomb of nothingness, where you hoard the precious jewels you have plundered from those that you have exiled and the shiny metals you have forced your captives to dig for you.
I watched from the crags of the cliffs as you led the sheep to the slaughter... one by one... for your god that requires blood for the remission of sins. The high priest recieves the choicest cuts of meat.
You have exiled, reviled and persecuted us...chasing us into the barren lands, invading our encampments and ransacking our cities and villages, destroying our crops, stealing our livestock, killing our women and children in cold blood and dividing the young virgins among your highest ranks. The high priest recieves the choicest cuts of meat.
Brood of Vipers, bay of pigs, slaughter is all you know. Cursed be your god that requires blood for the remission of sins. We will slit the throats of the guards at the gates of the garden of eden... we will drain their blood into their helmets and carry it to the highest peaks and offer their blood as a sacrifice... pour it on the horns of the alter... for "god requires blood for the remission of your sins." The blood of my people crys out from the ground.
The warriors of the lost tribe of Cain will unite and stand as one army against you. They will restore the rights of the first-born of your Patriarch. Ismeal, whom you abandoned into the desert, the rightful heir of Father Abrahams Kingdom, The first-born son of Abraham, born of a virgin slave, dark and lovely, a prized sheep in her shephards flock...This child, born of his fathers oppression and his mothers submission, was driven into the barren lands with his mother by the jealousy of a barren woman... This lost child from the tribe of Cain, denounced from his fathers blessing, rose up from the ashes of exile, broke the fetters of  captivity and led his people, the remnant of the tribe of Cain, in a defensive struggle against the 12 sons of Sarah... We have wandered aimlessly in the desert for too long. You have placed your throne above the earth and divided the land amongst yourselves and destroyed our settlements...you have killed us and enslaved us... I will return with a double edged sword and cut off the heads of the kings and the lords...the blood of my people crys out from the ground... Who are you who dare to place yourself on a throne above the earth and divide the land into nations? Who are you to place a throne on your head and seperate the people into tribes? Who are you to wave your scepter over the landscape, claiming possession of the land, destroying its abundance, enslaving its inhabitants, raping the earth of her bounty? You pillage and burn our forests so that you can graze your sheep in the fertile pastures. You destroy our crops and chase us into the hills and barren lands so that you can grow the grapes that you force the slaves to trample to make your wine. You care only for blood, meat, and wine. You are slaves to your stomachs and your genitals. You are a child of darkness and you will return to sheol.
We are the prophets of the lost tribe of Cain. We have come to bring light into the darkness. We are children of the Sun. OUr mother is the Earth, and those of the earth are our brothers and sisters and fathers and mothers. We are all of One spirit, One Life, One Soul within us all. We desire only to live in peace and harmony with the Earth and all beings. We have not seperated ourselves from you, You have seperated yourselves from us.
We refuse to bow to your God's, We will not serve your masters...We will not respect the authority of a false god that requires blood for the remission of sins and divides the choicest cuts of meat among the priests. I will stand, in the garden, naked and unashamed with my fist raised in victory, THIS KNEE WILL NOT BOW!
I will not submit to a shepard and sheers and slaughters my people. I will not respect a Lord that enslaves and oppresses and destroys his followers. Your rod and your staff they oppress me. The prophets will rise up, and they will inscribe their letters with the blood of their oppressors... We will restore justice where there has been only injustice, we will restore order from the Chaos that you have created. We will bring Truth where there has been only lies. We are messengers of light. We are children of the Sun. We will overcome the darkness with the power of the center of the sun, the very same spirit that causes our hearts to beat. We will stand and we will fight...WE will not shrink from death to defend our people and our homeland, the Earth. Your false order will not prevail. The law of restitiution will not be thwarted. Brood of Vipers, Spawn of Satan, Who has warned you to flee from the wrath to come?