| Reality is shedding her skin, slipping out of her dress with a sadistic grin
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| Feet flat on the floor, clawing at the rusted hinges of the door
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| Pitch black eyes, baptized in flies, ordained to suffer
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| The deceased lay scattered across the pavement, their rotting flesh drips off
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| their splintered bones
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| Decomposing smiles light up the room, allowing the maggots to bloom
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| Slithering up my spine, my veins are turning black
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| Death stares me in the eyes and tells me my life was a lie
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| Manifesting before me, materializing in front of my eyes, the omnipresent God
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| We are legion, for we are many
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| We are legion, for we are the true voice of God
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| Reality is shedding her skin, slipping out of her dress with a sadistic grin
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| Feet flat on the floor, clawing at the rusted hinges of the door
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| I dip my finger in a skull full of blood, scribing the words of lord across the
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| wall
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| Holy scriptures adorned in the essence of death to be reborn and given breath
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| You will be reborn and given breath
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| Emanating from darkness, in darkness is truth
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| You will find your forgiveness hanging from the end of your bed sheet noose
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| Kick the chair, say a prayer, let him know of your despair
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| In the end god never cared, how does it feel to be forsaken? |