The Last Prophet

Today i slew a billion leaves
Their bodies flew before my scythe
And fell to form a carpet beneath my feet
There were as many as there are of Abraham's descendants
But i hacked them into gazillions more.
Woe unto those who stood in my path
They did not last a minute long.
Strong and weak collapsed alike
As i brought about the wrath of The Holy One.
Yea, righteous judgement upon the wicked (wicket... fence?)
The face they last saw was mine
Ay, mine their face of death and doom
Sending them into the eternal gloom.
No mercy from blade of the Spirit
Who after so many long and dark years
Has arisen to release the light where there once was shadow.