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Icons bleed, their gold intact

Blind devotion, feeds the pact

Holy tongues, preach empty lies

children starve, under the skies.

Pulpit kings, with poisoned hands

Build empires, on broken lands

Faith converted, into control

False God’s reflection bought and sold.

Sanctified greed in sacred skin,

Salvation costs, but profits win.

Bow down… to the holy brand.

To the Dogma Machine.