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Your cross sits in in a pool of filth

Rotting inside and out as the rotted do

I reject the taste of spoilage

I reject the light of corruption

The princes of hell

Gather to me

Lathe your tongues upon his altar

Lickspittles to the god of the weak

With hatred that puts hell to shame:

What vileness compares to christian love

A complex that needs persecution

Scream oppression as you oppress

Those who live a more valid truth

Than the pathetic followers of bethlehem

4 chapters close and the end is near

Blood soaked days of martyrdom rise

The whole of your kind to the abbitior

For a new, truer light to finally shine

Hail Satan!

Ave!