naked and pale are your words of salvation drowned in fake presence , forever a feeble atempt to evoke a reality blindfolded from life , death haunts you down injected by fear and created words the hands of God strangles you inhale his guidance , bow before him obey , serve , adapt and die mirror images of God preaching deformed imaginations accepted gathered throats , religiously cut marionettes kneel , question not stillborn sons , baptized with empty eyes staring towards heaven alike his words you?ll never be stigmata wounds you?ll never see thy precious horde will die with thee everlasting flames , purgatory , burn with me .....
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