Besprinkled in Scarlet Horror

Words verbose, gory to what end do they serve?
 Or images vivid scarlet horrors absurd
 Of shrieking sounds that evoke the legions of hell
 The notes that you choose and the beats that you sell
 You're not giving all the glory to Him
 Because your artwork depicts a severed limb
 And all the people buy into your deceit
 Because you're keeping way too frantic a beat
 They said to Bach three hundred years ago
 "You work in the church there's something you should know"
 "We hired you to write music that glorifies
 But these toccatas and fugues just simply horrify"
 He said, "they're simply notes put together in bars
 And why you think that's wrong I just throw up my arms"
 Eviscerate words that evoke emetic thoughts
 Dissect and discard what speaks of corpses in rot
 The leprous stumps of the sick and the lame
 The stoning of Stephen, Job's scab covered frame
 And John the Baptist - a head on a pletter
 Remove this gorefest - why should it matter?
 You say this pace beckons evil spirits
 But I care not what you call it
 To me it's two hundred beats per minute
 On tablature I scrawled it
 If you arrived at the site
 Of Calvary's scarlet fright
 Would fears have made your feet take flight
 And turn away from our Lord's plight