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-Two-thousand Year Old Lie-
Rip the flesh from what you live,
Tearing years of work, piece by piece
Live by the lie, die by the lie,
Now prepare yourself to die
Corrupt your children if that's what you wish,
But leave mine alone and let them live
To prosper and die at the hand of no one,
Not at the grasp of some worthless scum
Smiling at your work and watching it crumble,
Watching it fall in phenomenal shame
What used to be the only way,
Will turn at once to fire and flame
Lives burn at your selfish feet,
You're a failure and will always be
This itself will never end
til the devil one day sets you free
Maybe then you will finally see,
You aren't worth the flesh that made me
Ripping open your chest and eating your heart
Then, only then, would peace be restored
Setting your soul free to ignite,
High in the air, burning in flight
Now I see what you hate in me,
I saw the piles of human debris
Killing them and disgracing their name,
Piling them up in a worthless shame
Nothing can save you from the wrath you'll face,
After this life, just a cold embrace
Funny how things lead to others,
Humans are humans, but we kill our brothers
Children learn from their elders,
But yours indeed will turn to embers
Not their fault; but who's to say?
Should they have seen the proper way?
Generations of rubble coming through in the end
On erratic shoulders they depend
Debased and transformed are the new lives,
Impaling nonbelievers, pike by pike
Vlad would be proud of your endless endeavor,
Corruption is here, now and forever
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