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DIVINE SLAUGHTERS



One kills to be well with oneself

One kills, kills in cold blood

Under believers redemptive light

Divine slaughters...teach me...



Your hung corpse in a gallows

Condemned and devoured for the crows



Your pieces of guts

Feeding to the flies

That they won´t leave any trace

And nothing of this shit



Shit of the Christianity

Defecated by weak souls

That rest in every crypt

Built with your ground bones



Every year

Your are shit

And shit you´ll be...



Lead: J. P. Baquedano



Slaughters teach me

Your corrosive pus

Eating away your dead brain

Plagued of insects...



That they keep on devouring you

While we killed to whom you pray

Only for hurt and create pain

In inferior beings to me...



No Christian pig

Will survive for cure

Our corporal blood

That flows wanting to kill

From the evil depth

The slaughters are in us

you should not think, you have to kill...for purify

Your putrefaction...



Lead: J. M. Cáceres



No gods will be able to stop the killings

Which your even dead you won´t forget

No faith will stop your anguish

Nor the faith of thousand of remains