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Tied to machines

That will forever tear you down

In the dark you’re stumbling blindly

Bound to believe in a lie

Moulded into perfection

While feeding your lust for depravity

Nails of fate pierce your flesh

You are just another replica

A mere duplication of failure

Make no mistake by praying for an end

No foolish thoughts

On how you may commend

Assume no acts of kindness

To be practiced anymore

No kindness anymore

Stigmata damnation

Pity the martyr

Stigmata damnation

Carry their guilt

Let me be your stigmata

An icon of man’s horrid creation

Fear mingled

With insubordinate stupidity

You will be punished for crimes

That you have never done

You are the icon

Of mankind’s lust for morbidity

Recognize the falsehood and the lie

What is the true nature of this calling

Bleeding hands, bleeding eyes

Open wounds, the sacred demand

A bloodsoaked nightmare

Of horrid creation

You are the image of sinners that wept