| He will come in his non-glory, he will descend here!
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| When his shadow- stalk your grave
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| When he says stand up to see your fruit
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| The toll of your squalor and sexual hist
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| It is he who will make the house of your soul collapse
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| When his Divine Majesty comes, when you see that he’s sneers at you
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| That your faith was blind and deaf pleading for salvation not listened
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| You’ll at last notice this — what you derived from for years
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| Raped souls trust the lord
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| Ripped of all human dignity
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| Trapped in their mental fears
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| You’ll stand up to touch with your filthy hand
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| The hand that doesn’t give alleviation, doesn’t wards off worries
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| The touch that burns with its pain, will wrap all over your body
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| It’ll take you away what’s left in you, dignity, humanity
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| Dirty, raped is the flag of your body
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| In your innocence, you scream, God, why?
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| His messengers, angels of debauchery
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| Will find you to dirty you in the name of God once more!!!
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| Save your soul, with my evil I unction you!
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| Be confident of my Devil’s truths
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| Kill your soul, close your prayers in hateful squeal
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| And worship your lord, when legions appear right in front of you
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| So you could assume devilish, names and walk with me! |