Moving the Boundry Stones

Are there any yet living who might remember,
the foregone days of our sweet splendor?
The Good Word taught us in the days of yore,
men do mock as myth & lore;
How came this blite upon our lands?
Forsaken are His Laws' demands.
What does such faithlessness betoke?
Man's chains, Leviathan's yoke.
So the peoples of the West now descend,
into chaos without end;
The black-robed Priests have declared,
no unwanted child is to be spared.
On an altar of lust & pride,
generations yield up their lives;
So many Mothers-- in the name of Love,
stain hands & soul with infants' blood;
To a people wicked & perverse,
comes night's blackest curse;
Here now He comes to tread the press,
Babel's grand tower to redress;
Stoked is the white hot furnace of His wrath,
to consume all scoffers in His path;
Terror resides amidst the flame & smoke,
in whose presence Seraph choke.