| I’ll inoculate your disease with poverty of your faith
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| The absolute of hatred I will pump into your fetid intestines
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| Plague of degradation I’ll spread all over your body, to spread them as waxen
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| augury
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| I’ll replace objective view on truth with brain necrosis
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| Non-existence will became your punishment
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| Emptiness and mind nothingness
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| Disintegration of your own soul
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| You! |
| stand trial, not sages will be those to judge you but your
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| Squalor will become carnal shape
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| If it point its finger at you. |
| with its own meanness and divine heresy
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| I’ll point out your wicked life of priest of corrupt faith
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| Wrapped in divine cocoon and with the applause of saints similar to you
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| It’ll give you the lie of your false faith, it will smother this divinity,
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| despise your Gods
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| I am the master of ail religions, poverty, misery and disease
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| L am your master and the one who crucifies his own son
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| It’s me born in hell of my own soul, I’ll hood this world with my filthy shape
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| You! |
| foreswear God when I stand in front of you, you! |
| spit on the God when I
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| command!
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| I’ll keep you in such a stupid ignorance
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| As each Christian treading in his own stupidity
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| Whining to the lord who doesn’t listen and won’t start
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| Your pleading are as worthless as your actions and your life (because this is
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| my non-divine plan) |