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Blood-soaked wafers,

A chalice of pain.

Incantations in Latin,

A script of control (you won't save your soul).

Brimstone, where the damned disappear,

Your psalms, a symphony of fear.

Twisted minds trapped in a web of prayer,

A town cloaked in dread.

Spirit of hate, in vestments of mourning you dwell,

Your promise, a fraudulent spell.

Cathedrals of bone, where shadows reside,

With scriptures awash in their lies.

Blood on the altar, a stench of decay,

Charcoal prayers scrawl on the putrid sky,

Sacrificial hymns, a desolate place

Where righteousness bleeds and dies.

Kings grasp for heaven,

With blood on their hands

Divinity's mantle,

A crown built on sand (where nothing remains)

Brimstone, where the damned disappear,

Your psalms, a symphony of fear.

Twisted minds trapped in a web of prayer,

A town cloaked in dread.

Spirit of hate, in vestments of mourning you dwell,

Your promise, a fraudulent spell.

Cathedrals of bone, where shadows reside,

With scriptures awash in their lies.