| Bastard of the cross relentlessly
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| Strike fear preaching of his coming here
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| Scriptures, twisted words to provocate
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| Rapture from the lord your god so great
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| BASTARDS OF CHRIST — DIE!!!
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| He fucked himself to save you — put to death, masochist
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| For this his word berate truth — agonized, prophecized
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| Revive the book of fiction — blasphemy, gluttony, to deceive you and me
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| In battled disposition — hang the bitch on the cross
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| Entitle his convictions — blasphemous, lunatic
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| Your heart is full of hatred — BASTARDS DIE
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| FUCK YOUR CHRIST, WILL SURVIVE
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| KILL YOURSELF… DIE!!!
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| Bastard, for your god you compromise
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| Do without, search the truth you’ll never find
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| Scriptures offer little to relate
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| Laughter from the lord into your face
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| BASTARDS OF CHRIST — DIE!!!
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| You think your god will save who — I will see, just believe
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| You fool, not true, no thank you — enemy of the cross
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| His word installs deception — pray to god, not for me
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| For yourself, soon you’ll see
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| You’ll die for your religion — holy shit, pacifist
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| Untrue with choices given — nothing won, you are dead
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| Describe the holy vision — BLACKING OUT, FINAL BREATH
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| MEET WITH DEATH
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| NOTHINGNESS, DIE!!! |