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Submitted:Sep 8, 2007    Reads: 116    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Burn the churches to the ground.

Show hell has already been found.

Sit in the halls of the fallen temple.

Preaching lies into the mind of the simple.

Blow the bombs to end there ways.

Slaughtered as all of the world prays.

Feed me the hate from inside.

Cutting the skin of scars you try to hide.

Another point of veiw is wrong.

Wasting the sin we long.

Failed God of a failed existence.

Making what we fight against us.

Doomed to suffer into the end.

Dreading for it all to start again.

Gods not real in anything but you.

Hoplessly filling you void inside of you.

The reality of hate.

God is what we create.

Just feel the power and drown the priest.

Let your meaning go to the devilish beast.


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