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And this is my intent

My statement

It is my world address

And my vision

What choice? Like a trapped rat

A social lab test

With no hope

And no way out

So I made a choice

We bow to none

It was all over before you were born

Semtex packed

I grind the prints

Filed edges, metal casing

Welded, stench

Aluminum burns chlorate

Retches the skin

Tetrachloride

Fire

I fix the fuse, set the head

Adrenalin

Grind to powder TNT

The nerves are filed

Electrical detonation

Grip hard

Strapped tight, and sweat burns

And heretic's commandments

Dogma and prayer

Your preacher's sons are gathered in despair

I'll say again, I never had faith to lose

As god is my witness

I will be an instrument of faith

I don't need to be fucking saved

This is year zero and the beginning of the end

The final immolation

And my mark upon the world

And this is the end