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Stupefied and distorted perception

Bliss has hardened in eyes

Crippled souls have been prepared

To absorb an artificial will

Smell of holy carrion

Greedily inhaled

And exhausted masses

Are beginning to hallucinate

Hymn of saint vanity

Sounds from the bells

Divine lash of suppression

Licks devoted bones

Laudation of lies

Under siege of the signs –

The tools of control

Freedom nailed to cross

Misled posthumous reward

Tireless eyes always searching for a prey

Inspiring fear, inspiring lies

Hope is possession

The illusion of god transforms to overdose

Stupefied and distorted perception

Bliss has hardened in eyes

Exhausted masses

Never see they are crucified

Sprouted avid roots in millennial rot

Faultless splendor covers carnal stench

Triumph over the mind

Under siege of the signs –

The tools of control

Centuries polished craft to multiply

Numbers of the possessed

Faith is mass supression