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fat priests become the purulent flux of the churchdisfigured, desecrated, spitten upon the crosswe hate this god before whom the pauper kneelsteel our heart, steel our soul in ardent desire for deathnot even born in the womb restrained to their deathsick of his face on graves and remainsillusions of deliverance and your hailburn your church, burn the book, with lies about lifein your eyespushing us towards tragedywe're dyingin your mindsfilled with war death and painwe're sinnersin our heartssaints and sinners are all the samethere's blasphemyfrom your churchdictating weird democracywe're leavingin your eyespushing us towards tragedywe're dyingin your mindsfilled with war death and painwe're sinnersin our heartsour hate has condamned youis nothing but blasphemyof your churchblack plates of carcerywe're stealingmasturbating in bloody hypocracylieing about interuption of pregnancyrun away from your own ideologycastigated in bloody monasteriestragedy of failing and heresypouring fire over your sacristiescreed after carnal passion and luxuryyour god is dead and will be
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