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Vomited from the gut of the church

Ensnared by the miserly

Ignorance of the self-righteous

Empty faith, parasitic, dismissed as hollow idiocy

And flagellation of the self

No room for martyrs

It’s your own path you choose

Many want to kill you, black robe

You led us astray

And it was you who betrayed me, black robe

My death awaits me

In this dreamy island of forest solitude

Your bitter journey of masochism

Almost ended with the grim dismemberment of my kin

Alas, you will live on alone

Though many want to kill you, black robe

Escaping the death you deserve so richly

And as we adopt you shitting, peaceful ways of weakness

It will bring about the annihilation of our line