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Suicide barely stopped by spite

curse your name and the hand of death I bite

Your God will have to take me, I’ve paid his damn toll

If I had the means, your heads would fucking roll

Use your god and Way of life to leave us torn and frayed

Pain and death combined a debt that cannot be repaid

Organized suicide and mass assault,

war

A scene of mass destruction, soiled by pain and gore

Creating misguided supremacy based on nothing true

Leaving us all below the holy chosen few

I can’t see how that you can boast

When deep down we know you’re only holier than most