Scott Thomas Outlar

Let there be a righteous fervor
rising from the depths of molten magma,
spitting fire in the form of venom
to burn all lies to ash.

Let there be a hallelujah choir
singing from the tongues of angels,
screaming truth with high voltage plasma
to flip the script on chaos.

Let there be a revelation ceremony
boiling from the hearts of man,
raging across four compass points
to cleanse this holy earth.