Deicide

Time has imprisoned on my soul
Religion in the path of what compels me
Lies instrument the holy hate
Deceiving of the weak in faith intention
Suffering with no reason and no doubt
Pertruding on the lines of persecution
Vomit on the holy man never before your saviour
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Brain dead victims of the holy
Preach your holy lies
Laugh at divinations and we all will be dead
Inscripted is you who will die