breeding violence unrevoking
embers blaze to the flames you’re stoking
preaching the choir’s gospel
words turning bleak gray and dull
tighten the tourniquet needles dry
another dose to get the masses by
verses turn to visions at these hands
so tenderly fallen from grace is man
bring down heaven’s final judgement
rain down fire and blood shall ferment
the lasts day of hell are upon us
seven deaths each suffer we must
these words are spoken, written by death
keep praying to god, waste your last breath.
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