Angel of Hate [RP]

[Verse 1] Look at you, all halos polished bright, Crosses gleaming in the candlelight. You hunted the wicked, the lost, the unclean, With torches and verses, so righteous, so mean. You called it salvation, a merciful art, But I smelled the blood on your merciful heart. You lit the pyres for the ones you despised, Now watch as your piety pays the price.[Pre-Chorus] I was born in the ashes you left behind, The screams you ignored, the prayers you declined. Black wings unfurling, red fire in my veins, An angel of hate with no mercy, no chains.[Chorus] If cleansing's the game that you love to play, Then let the flames rise—come burn it away! Your churches will crack, your steeples will fall, I'll turn every sermon to cinders and squall. Feed the fire with your faith, let it roar, Your devotion's the fuel I've been starving for! Piety's pyre, so holy, so grand— I'll burn you to ash by my black-red hand![Verse 2] You preached forgiveness while sharpening blades, Cast out the sinners, the queers, the afraid. You built your cathedrals on bones and on lies, Now hear the inferno in my lullabies. I’ll walk through your aisles where the incense still hangs, And paint every altar in furious flames. Your martyrs will choke on the smoke of their pride, While I laugh as your gospel turns suicide.[Pre-Chorus] I am Wrath incarnate, the judgment you craved, The reckoning angel your scriptures engraved. No golden trumpets, no merciful light— Just endless black fire consuming the night.[Chorus] If cleansing's the route that you chose to pursue, Then kneel for the reckoning coming for you! Your crosses will melt in the heat of my glare, Your hymns will be screams in the sulfurous air. Feed the flame with your fervor, your psalms, and your zeal, Let your righteousness blister and peel! Piety's pyre, oh what a delight— I'll reduce you to nothing but embers tonight![Bridge] (slower, taunting, almost seductive menace) You wanted a purge? A divine holy war? Well here I am, darling—at your front door. No more turning cheeks, no more blessed are the meek— I’ll show you the fury your faithful can reap. Every stone you laid, every soul you condemned, Will fuel the inferno until nothing's left, friend. Your God turned away? Then mine steps in to play... And hate doesn't forgive. It just burns.[Final Chorus] (building to a screaming, triumphant crescendo) If judgment's the hymn that you sing every day, Then open your arms—let the inferno display! Your sanctuaries shatter, your doctrines ignite, Black flames and red fury erasing the light! Feed the fire! Feed the fire! Let your piety scream! Your heaven's a bonfire, fulfilling the dream! I'll dance in the ruins where your altars once stood— An angel of wrath, and the fire feels good![Outro] [spoken, low and venomous, fading into crackling flames] So pray if you want... it only makes the blaze higher. Your cleansing is mine now. Welcome to the pyre.