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We have made ourselves a beautiful tomb in this supposedly civilised world such a

murderous and vile place must be celebrated the cross you carry with pride is but a symbol

of your weakness it means nothing more than fear of death you I despise for who are

you oh mortal fool to cry and direct my journey into the afterlife I am in control I am

not about to turn away from my ideals and standards where does it leave you and your

feeble and distorted mind have you no wish to understand anything or even try to find a

single shred enlightenment You are of no use as well as the human race all must be

destroyed hold on to your futile existence you weak unworthy fool for I shall do

everything in my power to steal your very life bow down in prayer to which ever master

suits you this world is a world of earth with earthly battles fought hence it obides rules of

flesh and down it falls our home out temple my world and yours are crashing into the

abyss into sulphur into rot and into punishment