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Behold their self-deceit
the trembling flock it leads
his word an empty well
for mercy never fell on you
Untie my heart from the shackles of grace
innate, as beings of fear and beings of hate
Behold my selfish needs
as yield alike the seed
my word an empty breath
equating certain death
To slit their throats
before vow and yoke
to break their bones
leave them to crawl, atone
Thou shalt never feel
the symptoms of flesh
Thou shalt ever be
his unsought descent
thus said the lord
for his will to succumb
and deeds left undone
Fire and smoke
lest be told
burning the flock
a torch on his throne
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There waits no heaven for your tainted flesh
we're merely born to find that
we're inapt and left behind
There is no solace for there is no mend
we're sole and terrified
of these wounds uncauterized
Horror upon horror upon horror upon death
you're scorn made flesh
guilt upon guilt upon guilt upon sin
-for yourself and your kin
No fucking Savior to inferior flesh
you're merely worthy for:
piggy bank and infant whore
There's no forgiveness for he died in vain
you're merely next in line
a coward culprit clandestine
Drought upon drought upon drought nothing left
-you're famine made flesh
Void upon void upon void, forebode
-beyond is nothing left to be sought
Existential dread
-his teaching they spread
Open the gate
to themselves
they shall never relate
They shall never relate to themselves
Their prayers unheard till the end
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Come forth as Scourge
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Thou shalt not covet
nor soothe thyself instead
in siege, the great beast of man
haunts them over and over again
I drank the tears
I swallowed whole my penance
still I yearn for more
Master, thy adore
They fear the nearing Dawn
the light you bring
for they have been
left assured
blinded and confined
Thou shalt still regret
unjust to thyself
in vain the great bail of man
fails them over and over again
I drank the tears
I swallowed whole my penance
still I yearn for more
Master, thy adore
Black goat, their guilt
and their shame
I drink, thy milk
till my bowels ache
I vomit the stars
from empty heavens
down in empty hands
and barren loins
Come forth, as scourge
flagelate
I hurt myself
for its sake
I drank the tears
I swallowed whole my penance
still I yearn for more
Master, thy adore
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Long and solemn are the ways of the flesh
as been foretold, to live, is a thousandfolded maze
Further the days I yearned for you to stay
A common fate
It will belated
Feeble prays from those who hate themselves
as muffled screams through tearing seams
Cut the flesh through holy skin
poured over you
baptized in sin
Unfulfilled, my love for you, the Devils Deed
as been foretold, to grief, a thousand lonesome nights
Futile the days I hoped for you to feel
A common trait
and still my wait
Thorn and worn out
away and further down
Anoint with menses
unction from your seed
My love for you is the devils deed
I loved a hundred times I healed a thousand wounds
still, my bleeding heart, I saved solely for you
Thy deeds are done, Master of old
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