Poem: "Rejection of the Ghost" by Skitz J. Fitch

Rejection of the Ghost
By Skitz J. Fitch

I reject thee Holy temple strip my flesh from bone rend my body obsolete I never excepted you're sons sacrifice this world is not my home , Destroyer of nations burning all that came overwhelmed by brain washed soldiers we who rebel are all that remain , The only way to reject what you say you have given is to die I wish not to be remembered or go unto the sky cause if I do you will regret giving what was not asked for I will come bearing Hell fire and carve upon your children death beyond count or score, Let blood rain down and wash the lands so that others of Darkness may rejoice carry on the Destruction of the ones whom follow Judah no mercy given for none was ever shown burn it all down to every beam and every bolt let this Carnage be our voice