| Father, forgive me, for I have sinned; |
| my flesh has tempted me and I
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| Gave in. My body craves lust, pleasure and a constant need to sever. |
| I
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| Am a priest; |
| a holy servant of the Lord. |
| Now Cleanse me of the sins
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| That I have I committed. |
| I bow my head and whisper, silently, a prayer
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| Of penance. |
| Now that I am forgiven I make my way to the Vatican — the
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| Place in which I’ll act in sin again. |
| Behind these closed doors I
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| Practice torture and sodomy. |
| Wounds are made and then singed to keep
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| The children alive while I dissect them. |
| Anatomy: the structure of
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| Their flesh; |
| disassembled then raped while being logged on tape. |
| The
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| Records are then sent to the Pope where he masturbates to them and
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| Injects his dope. |
| Hordes of countless archives reach the roof caked in
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| Holy semen. |
| This temple of debauchery is veiled from the public eye
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| The enigmatic loom continuously weaves a religious swoon. |
| Rape then
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| Murder; |
| then find forgiveness. |
| Kill in homage to Christ our fucking
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| Lord. |
| Drain the sacrificial blood of children upon the altar of God
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| Rape then murder; |
| then find forgiveness. |
| Kill in homage to Christ our
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| Fucking lord. |
| Blood canals irrigate in the shape of cruciform. |
| Divide
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| The foetal remnants into pieces |