Your god was born inside your mind,
manifested, changed and sublimed.
It is wrong and immoral, this sweet dirty god,
impostering 'holy' in delightful facade.
Leaving all the keepers and dreamers, not left up to,
Animal gods always flourish without you
You are nothing to me, an illusion, a copy, a fake,
your god will die of of it's own mistake.
If it's not already deceased, it will be and be kept still
swallowed down by moutains of dying pills
Left alone in the black, you misunderstand every word
thinking my beliefs are wrong and absurd
You are killing your god, with money and greed
It all serves you right, I want you to bleed.
You are the ignorant, repulsive, red masses
evaporated into your pure blood gases
All thought is dead.
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