Christ slapped face,
you better know yer place.
Cut yer tongue,
confess lies, true, false, one in one.
Witchkraft, blasphemy and sodomy done.
Loved ones tortured.
Even confessed tongues.
I thought yer Lucifer was the accuser.
I thought you are the holiest of men.
What i see, by yer means,
is a great truth laughably mistaken.
It seems to me, by yer means,
is that you are the very being you go against.
Blinded by false light.
Im amused from a distance.
Force fed beliefs,
20/20 vision obviously cannot see,
that many men are ignorant and used.
To the extreme.
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