​True evil lasts forever…

Take it from me, I saw the scene;
Churches were burning, the city was screaming,

Smoke flowed forth from pastures of green, 

As innocent families were peacefully sleeping.

Well, greed is a monster, and its prey is the calm

That follows sweet singing, the clasping of palms.

Neither pillar of cloud, nor column of fire, 

Only Jezequel’s Devil emerged from the pyre.

The man they believed to be finished at last,

A reign of confusion thus ended and cast

Down to the Pit, from whence nothing escapes,

His body to burn, and his soul to be saved.

But by mystery’s hand, in the hour of fate,

Jezequel’s Devil rose up from the grave.