| My heaven differs from yours.
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| Where is the loving light? |
| Where is the eternal peace?
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| Desolate, grey, tyrannic, lonesome
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| Lit with my passion to burn
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| I do, however, see a kingdom.
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| Paved by the bones of the innocent
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| Washed by the blood of the weak
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| Built for mortals who empty the bowls of the earth
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| In search of glittering shit
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| while he rests upon His everlasting throne.
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| The source of light, warmth and love,
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| commands the children’s hearts to flow with passion,
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| as it commands their cells cancerous,
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| To love a figure, so careless, negligent, irresponsible, indifferent
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| One who made us in his image, hateful, vicious, savage, ruthless
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| Is to love nothing but filth, oozing with decay,
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| remnants of fear-worship by an undeveloped mind
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| Lest I be tested by trials and fears so deep,
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| My heart prayer to know
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| A sin to the Wolf in me
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| An offence I cannot allow
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| And should my decaying body ask for warmth,
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| I rather direct it to the raging fire than to this hypocritical light
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| Fury, wrath, rage,
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| lust, and sulfur,
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| you are the bone of my bones,
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| the essence of my marrow,
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| my grapes of wrath,
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| the shadows of my busy days,
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| the demons of my lonesome nights,
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| I possess your very existence,
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| I command thee by the power of my will,
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| Cloud my beating heart,
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| cleanse my soul,
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| ravage my mind till it’s free of this weakness,
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| curse any remains of their existence, of their memory,
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| Blight upon blight upon blight upon blight
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| upon blight upon blight upon blight upon blight
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| This world’s salvation is in one resolution
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| Retaliate with your nails, your teeth and choke them with your veins
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| If all fails, curse them from beyond the grave
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| Eradicate them from all memory, Damnation Memoriae |