In the in the grace of a holy church bell
Chiming hungry latent tune
We grew impatient for its death knell
Muted ringing now entombed
Under guise and shrouded intellect
Yet intimately aware
Of some indelible blood-stained sacrifice
That inherently we all should share
We witnessed Noah\'s abandoned Nephilim
And hailed their fathers lusting eye
Overflown with sexual aggression
Praying, where demon and daughter lied
We built in wombs clandestine temples
Raised on alters an offering of truth
Above the graves of failing Abraham
And the Chosen; for food we did exhume