Locked On Target

I am coming Heart beats and pumps sweat So little now does my blood leak Much more will be of the ungodly Soon so much more will they fret As i hung on the cross and ended the beginning thereof Of this body i now possess On the many snakes that slither toward me I will, on them forever tread Let their heads ring with hatred towards me Amidst the fire, i will just laugh in all this The flames scorch them as they fold for themselves ashing blankets and make coals their beds All these words will soon surface when my hand is stretched Locked on the target, I aim at their many heads I am one trifold in all of this