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Feel not an ounce of pain
"One swipe of the blade", he said
The preacher of death
He who bleeds the blackest of blood
Bearer of the cross
His white eyes illuminate the chapel
Like fires of hell beneath
burning with ill desire
The tarnished robe - the peering eyes
Crucifix clinching the neck
"Come forth, my child - bend to my will
Heed to this call and let the fluid spill
By this oath I will grant
that the reaper spareth thee
A life for an eternity, I'll set your spirit free"
Sacrificial possession
Of a man no longer sane
The decrepit priest sits high
Pleasure in pure disdain
Twisting the form of another
To fulfill his wicked thirst
A servant to the congregation
The temple of perdition yearned
A sickening tale of will befouled
To slaughter for the altar divine
The host kneels before him devout
Madness etched in his rotted mind
The intrusion of evil
Rooted in ancient blood
Deeds of the sycophant
Opening the gates beyond
Immortality messiahs - the power that desire holds
Spiritual cyanide - conflagration of the soul
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released November 5, 2018
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