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No less real than those whose voices echoes through the starless abyss |
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No less cruel their nature, no less harmful their intent |
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Of sinful seed, of soiled womb, circling the five wings throughout eternities |
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And in a tomb beneath the pyramid of faith, as a crown lain at their feet |
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Behold the pillaged and impure remains of a god who failed |
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Guarded by the giant pillars to be moved by the |
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Devil alone |
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For they are the stones of the throne of christ which |
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He swallowed and exhaled unto earth as his own! |
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ICHTUS! Thine gills art dried! |
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Iesous Christos |
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Theou Uios |
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Soter Where there was heart shall be vertebra ... |
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For your children have been led astray! |
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ICHTUS! Quench thine thirst with my urine |
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Warm as love it shall rinse through the salt in your lungs |
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For the thirst of the desert strangles all senses |
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Tempted art thou and noone can resist |
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Him... None! |
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For what is the worth of a godless prophet whose tounge since long has dried, in completeness bereft from grace? |
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Through milleniums tormented by the eternal eye and it's piercing vigilance |
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Doomed to fail, for what hope can you ignite in their forsaken hearts? |
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When in deluge thou art fallen, your scriptures are altered and your doctrine rewritten in blood? |
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What unity in tribes long scattered? |
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What glory and hope in a cross that is shattered? |
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Hark! The mourning wails of defeat echoes throughout centuries! |
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The horns of the baphomet in the wounds of jesus thrice |
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An alligeance of flesh and steel, unto which titan altar we all kneel |
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Hark! The reversed words of |
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Yahwe from the pulpits of abomination! |
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See him now possessed and reborn, the fallen messiah alight |
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At the burning crest of the serpent's spiral smiling in confusion |
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Fear all ye faithful for no longer on his forehead a crown of thorns |
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In the shadow of the bloodstained cross |
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Christ has risen... with horns! |
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ICHTUS! Iniquitys mystery revealed! |
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Iesous Christos |
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Theou Uios |
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Soter Where there was thorns shall be the horns of a goat |
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For neither in life or in death are they absent! |
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ICHTUS! The greatest of creations laid to waste! |
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Malformed and depraved limbless nothingness son of a whore |
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Two nails in your hands for both father and son |
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And in the dirt of your feet piercing the holy spirit |