My God.

HEADS UP: This piece gets pretty explicit concerning blood and gore, so to the squeamish I say these words of warning, "Don't read this post and then don't imagine and replay the actions described in your mind over and over again after reading it (against my previous warning) until it bugs you to the point where you cannot sleep." Yeah. You were warned - it's actually not that gory, but that's by my sick and twisted standards.

We call out to You, the Angry One,
"Come and do battle with the wicked."
For they, we have, wronged You."

Come down in power and grace,
Purge our hearts with Your might.
Blood shall be on Your hands tonight.

Break the wicked, that they may turn
But spare the righteous who love You,
Oh mighty Final One, bring destruction.

May You strike like lightning and thunder,
Destroy, obliterate all that enrages You,
That mankind can be made pleasing to You.

The Warring One is thirsty;
And only the purest blood, much of it,
Can possibly quench His hunger.

Our blood is tainted with evil,
Marred by the Deceiver, thus
No longer presentable to You, the Holy One.

Knowing this, He took up the fearsome Wrath
And with it, slit wrists, drew His own blood,
That we might be saved.

The mighty, the legendary Wrath had awaited this,
Biding its fury until this moment, this very night.
It shall feed, be engorged with blood like never before.

The Loving One moaned in bloody agony
As the blade of Wrath severed tendons,
Splitting ligaments, and crossing arteries.

Cutting deep into the Perfect One's pure flesh,
It quivered above the left breast, anticipating.
When the time came, it sank.

Deeply it plunged into His chest, into His heart
As all of nature groaned in thundering protest.
Such a pain had never been felt and would never be again.

Twisting Wrath with deadly force, He cried out in pain.
All the universe reverberated with the fearsome sound.
Life and death had become one.

Blood and light poured forth from the wound
So deep and grievous it was, proving fatal.
The Almighty One had been defeated.

With this, the vengeful Wrath was torn,
Exploding into countless, shining shards,
Pieces that were embedded into select men's hearts.

Pain, beyond death, struck every nerve,
Attacked my every part; searing torture.
"Let me die, like Him!" I said, unable to grasp it.

Reeling in confusion, nausea swept over me.
"What had just happened? Surely not what I think.
Had the Judge just condemned Himself?

"No. It was not His doing, but mine,"
The sickening realization swept over me
Just as gut wrenching as the nausea.

This must be the funeral of God,
He had fallen dead to His own love.
Surely all is lost tonight...

Blood had been spilled that night.
Droplets of it, flooding waves of it.
The world was drowned in blood that night.

The Infector delighted in such a spectacle.
He had won! Now to feast upon the spoils;
All creation was left to his own devices now.

He reached for the nearest body, floating face down.
The Evil recoiled in horror as his fingers froze.
The blood was actually protecting, preserving the dead!

This blood was blazing yet flowing, like lava.
Crimson, it burned with such intensity
That I thought I would surely perish in the heat.

Skin was peeled away, burned away.
The flames licked at us, the living corpses,
Lapping away the chaff.

And still some lay, the ones who had not been chosen,
Their eyes blank and staring, eternally dead, forever.
Sorrow and grief flooded my mind for these who soon faded.

Then it was over, all was silent, dead silent,
Save for the stale, deathly breeze that sent
Ripples of loneliness over the Sea of Death and our hearts.

Three bright stars shot by in the sky,
Yet all of mankind was laying prostrate,
Broken and fumbling for hope.

Even the Betrayer was subdued, resting on his throne,
Unable to contemplate what was happening,
However cunning he was. Even he was disturbed.

Out of the infinite ocean of blood, of death,
Rose the Holy, Deadly One, in all His glory.
All creation was thrown to the ground in awe.

Breathing a long sigh, the Warring One stood poised for battle.
The Liar, eyes wide, flung himself at such a monstrosity,
Bringing against the Holy One all he could muster.

Legions upon legions, spanning to the ends of the Earth,
They arose from the ground, armed to the teeth.
Such atrocities had never been gathered in such numbers.

The Ultimate One simply held up a finger,
The Deceiver and his minions dared not disobey.
"Come and do battle alongside me, all you who I've chosen."

He turned and surveyed us, the lost who had been found.
The Perfect One removed a blade of light from His chest;
Where wounds had once been now were only scars.

"Wrath has been satisfied for eternity,
This weapon I shall now name 'Christ.'
You who I have chosen have Christ, it is yours alone.

"With it, you are freed to use unlimited power,
Power that is mine, lent to you for my cause.
No one can steal it from you, for it rests within you.

"But within you it shall not stay forever. Use it.
You shall exercise this power, called Christ, in you
And with it you shall break and tear, heal and forgive.

"What was once my Wrath,
Is now replaced by Christ,
The ultimate embodiment of love and grace.

"With Christ you will stand against any onslaught,
Fend off any attacks, destroy all evil on your path.
With it you shall love the sick, mend the wounded."

With this, He turned back to the Black Legions of Hell.
"Come, let us finish what you have started, Lucifer,"
He said that as we, His followers, debtors, and lovers, drew our weapons.

So let our souls burn bright tonight
Dripping with fresh, crimson blood,
Blood that is not our own.

For indeed, He has paid the Great Price
So we shall fight on, not giving any heed
To fear, even all out Hell that will come our way.

With a God like this, like ours: the Almighty One,
How could we ever fear death? There is none in Him.
In death's face He laughed, and so shall we.

QUICK EDIT: Yeah I just read this one over and I must say, I'm weird. Creepy. O.o That, and I quite enjoy telling stories of war, satisfying the little boy within me that longs for violence and destruction. Properly directed, that longing can be good...