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Lose bitter calling... Once upon a sometimeWithin the moons tenuous and frustration boiled heartI can't seem to find my typical above the rock and through the plains' Empty subliminal survival module I got, seem's toil misplaced I dropped all my better virtues, judgements and graces earshot displaces That distorted social per, and embraces hatreds eerie clamourIs the crimson blur, fires, impulse throughout my manner And disturbs the civil old, kill rage stammers through skin, teeth and moralities Begrudging hold upon a causedly clenched hold, heat of moments circumstantiallybranch from all iotas and proponents of commodius living, incensed, afraid restraintBeings given age of logic, to empty sense and self to some things biddingYes, your exellency Winning's speak, save for sinning, while burning how much weeks of sacrificewill sitting all the smolder I feel, the frigid urge to kill, mainly for (womb ill?)Still are part of the full experience as the little man inside my delirium Alas, upon hearing him, and the poison inside thee, I snapWith a malice, unrivalled by intent as that blessed demon leaps forthUn-pent, a flaming bent, about the purging of each and every blasphemer meantTo pay for the way grace went or put belief and glory in were or relentTo the centennial ceremonial master sacrament (Now who's the young Christian?)And by all means, and in consequence, not a single infidel is innocentInfact a solemn few have truly lent a voluntary Granual of good will unto deliveranceOf all unworthy Earthly nail through reverance Acknowledgements, deepest darkest chasm, forever swallowing the fiendish Hard-pressed action, drug from desires, path in oblivion's intestinal tractMust I spell it out in passion? This is a ceremonial actSuggesting power of a greater maxim, contribute to the help and answersWe justly lack So stop asking, and don't rap either, give all this putrid, lowly and hollow a breather I prayed you'd be an elightened heathen, pawn or breeder (?) little mark can seek theOf all powerful spoken word, your captivating silence has now been heardSo grovel, the open ones comes to preserve, this tranquil anythingBorn about faith, and converge mortality, instincts and mind-statesUntil one eternal radiant surge of human raceYet, no acclaimed prophet will be so baseThus I'm forced to face the full circle of shame, salvage simply takes to bring forthdevotion, hence within perfections, bittersweet tasteI second inspired carnage and motion, existing no more is your passive hope toxinAs I revert to the physical brutality of forehead unslopen, until pain's transcendantwith flesh, time and my cast token, fear is commendedWhile I ravage the unwoken energies once extended in the frail open life tendedFell form of an appendage A kinetic appendage, lets say, dynamically dismembers until all that unfocused vigor's renderedinperceptible, your soul is solely stumps, suspended in solace, susceptible to countless torturesPolished testicles, new world order, and all it's metric will only hasten the inevitable cleansingSo enjoy it heretic, you sinners here sick, fledgling, it's that ol' pagan shit With a characteristic lyricist, ask uplift twist of avant-garde list Animating what they depict, cause otherwise brisk unyielding wisps of a cathartic mist Are from someone's God's ears unto the artist's lips, your enlightenment's my only wishThis way of life is everyone's gift (Now who's the young Christian)

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