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Ceremonies and worship inverted by suicidal mass Palace of praise and light, death and blood becomes its memory Taking its place, you can feel god's disgrace. By a sermon preaching death to the dying Scattered hateful thoughts, Pieces of brains hang from the cross it stains. Poisonous grail, rewritten books, I lead you to fail Helping you sleep. Lost in your sleep, never to awake. May your void become as deep as my hate! |
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