Samael

Sparodic snivelling worms known as man.
Busy scrubbing blood from their hands.
Guiltier than sin when it comes home to roost.
From these atrocities hell well get quite the boost.
Maybe Samael will even call for the halls,
To be stuffed to bursting for a feast upon thralls.
Or perhaps the debaunchery will sink even lower.
People be devoured like grass meeting mower.

Injected heresy from vial into eye.
A result of how easy they do tend to die.
Barely a challenge is what so many minions oft say.
Especially from those who tend to kneel down and pray.
For never before have they tried to be devout.
Until of course fear of Armageddon makes them shout.
At which point greed has turned into pleas.
Those same masses blanked by the deaf ears of butchery.