| Bride of Christ, you are now bride to the priest. |
| Time to surrender
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| your chastity. |
| Bear me a child of lechery. |
| Prostrate and tremble in
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| fear. |
| You will now pay for your sins. |
| Pray and hope that God will hear
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| as I am fucking you. |
| Embryonic development: The New slaves begin to
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| shape, swelling the wombs of the nuns. |
| Illegitimate, yet with lies
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| they are rationalized. |
| Procreation of a generation that’s doomed. |
| When
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| they’re brought into this world they serve the purpose of the church.
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| Rape the bastard children then return them to the earth. |
| Born, then
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| classed, then sent to the Nursery of rape. |
| Newborn bodies bring glory
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| to the church. |
| A fruitful harvest means a happy hierarchy; |
| they fuck
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| the children, then leave disposal up to me. |
| Within the crypt lies a
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| rancid lime stone pit; |
| a putrid haven for bloated, murdered children.
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| As I pour the chemical catalyst to speed decay, the cries of the
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| living ones cease. |
| Now their melted skin lay draped on their scattered
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| bones. |
| The maggots fester, consuming bodies faster, and what remains
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| is ground into the food for the new generation. |
| Bride of Christ, you
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| are now bride to the priest. |
| Time to surrender your chastity. |
| Bear me
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| a child of lechery. |
| Prostrate and tremble in fear. |