| Christ, the time has come for your ending
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| Do not look at us for mercy
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| For you are the one who should not be pitied
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| Your ignorant teachings disgust me
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| And the stench of your sermons still reeks from your pores
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| I despise you, yet I once envied you
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| Your god given right, abused and mistreated
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| As though it were a gift for any simple man
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| When its power could reshape the face of creation
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| And exalt a new race of life free from imperfection
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| This existence was a mistake
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| And in the middle of the holocaust
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| You committed a rebellion in direct treason
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| For your existence is worthless
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| And to correct the aberrations you’ve made
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| Your subsistence will be shunned
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| Into the furthest reaches of infinite darkness
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| Where you will await your final conclusion
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| The one you call father will be there
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| To abolish the remnants of your soul
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| Christ, the time has come for your ending
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| Do not look at us for mercy
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| For you are the one who should not be pitied
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| Thrown onto the altar of sanctified dissolution
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| Christ pleads for his life
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| Showing no levity
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| The Apostles violently tear at his living flesh
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| The feast is an orgy of sacred dismemberment
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| The faint screams now fade
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| As the life slips from his body
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| Still ripping and devouring the flesh left on the corpse
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| Judas stands back and admires the beautiful orchestration
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| With a sickening grin as the life seeps into his mind
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| «It has been done Lord, Christ is no more.» |