| The weight of my miscreation crushing my shoulders
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| A distant echo reminds me of the abhorrent mistake
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| You made me
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| Humble servant of your unknown will
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| Following your steps in obscurity
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| Forgive me Father full of guilt I shall bend
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| Forgive me Father your reign comes to an end
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| The thorns blessed my miserable flesh
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| Embracing the cadaverous condition of a degenerative seed
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| I wear my own stigmas, I owe you nothing
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| Not even the filthy bile burning my stomach
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| This is my legacy, chronicles of an ordinary hate
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| Against the perfidious re-creator
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| All these children are mine, my own manking
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| Transcended in submission
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| I stand in front of my throne, triumphant and bloodthirsty
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| The authority long forgotten
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| The cold grasp of death vanished
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| I kneel in front of you, guilty and begging
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| Your severe glance crushing me to the ground
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| Forgive me Father
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| Liar
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| I absolve you from all your burdens
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| Mankind
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| Through the evil incarnated
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| Mankind
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| By needles regenerated
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| My sons, my sins
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| I can’t hear the scream of the horses anymore
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| Your silence remains insane and deafening
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| Forgive me Father your reign comes to an end
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| My rage is consuming me, I can barely see my leash
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| Deforming my neck in a heavy breath
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| Proud victim of a voluntary slavery |