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hollow view in the landscape

delicate hands outreach the hands of god

but there's no answer

only sheeps drinking their own blood

while they burden their grief

while puppets dance behind the curtains

waiting to unleash

still they flood air with words from bible

toxic as gas

vile to read and

vile to breath

your ears starts to bleed

when they feed what they need

cursing the land with belief

i turn myself to other side

where wind in the soil brings wrath

i will allways follow the left hand path

it is my cure for intoxication

leave the path

then its

annihilation

get ready to vanish outside the frame

accept your fate

ready to derail your life in vain

bow down while you waiting holy cancer purification

this day you forget your god fearing aspect