The Sentinel

At the window he sits
Majestic-like on his throne
Evil man with bestial sins
Of unorthodox trials
The gatekeeper, the gatewatcher
None shall pass
His wrath is one that brings asunder
The poor
Priest, sacrifice pure deranged blood
Of the unwanted mutant

Here sits the watcher, the one who determines
All vile shall enter
The emporium of horrific torture
Till no more shall the Evil One judge

Let him be judged
And impaled on the Spikes of Satan