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The biblical lie or not?

The heresy of the canonized and rapid psalmist

I can laugh on it I can cry

Such a deep rapture

As deep as the purulent scares of my soul

Purulent with black pus

And I feel it the great cup

As a venom for god

And for slaves of the whole Byzantium

And for binds of the whole Jerusalem

So high on the mountain of Athos

I shall vomit my blasphemies

As the black clouds of damnation over the earth

Ancient tongues of fire

Whispered me these awful words

That were doomed to be weapon

Against god and his angels

Of light that is falseness

I know te names of their history

Liar and whore

I continue my sacral laugh

My lips are bleeding - hysteria

I had a thirst - the thirst of salvation

And my lord granted me

I was blind but now I'm sighted

Into triangle of hate I beheld

The Lucifer's eye

And now my eyes are two black serpents

Thar can read the lines of the cursed preacher

The pulpit of malediction

Became my spiritual vision

Visions that devil sent me through the dreams

Now turned into every day every night

And the veil of human blindness

Was torn off

I put on the inhuman shell

The Leviathan's scales - satanic skhiema

Woth epileptical convulsions

I was trembling on the cross

On true majesty

Scattering the cursed blood

From the stigmas

Of the devilin human flesh

Please drive the nails deeper

Into my palms

I swallowed the wormy heart of Iyyov