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Salvation of the sneaking hand

Coming for your life

You demonize the legit fear

Run away and hide

Looking for my shadow sphere

Shielding my own life

You are messing with my blasphemy

Years are slipping by

And you will be my

Source of suffering

The more I suffer

The faster you die

The sicker, the better

I will propitiously

Lead you home

To the soil of the sickening

Blistering mankind

The temple caved to the might of your desire

You believed in the fishermen

Suffered through your life

You will never see me until you die