Hate, lust, murder and mayhem
All once forgotten, all cast aside
My first creation will thrive
My first creation will continue to make
Hate, pain, malice, and torture
Lust, greed, envy, and censure
Murder, rape, death of the vergers
Mayhem reign, bestow my offering
Their stories unfold, of a rapture and streets of gold.
They think they'll walk the clouds up above the sky
They think their best life begins, soon after they die.
But I never promised my home was made for man.
No filth belongs in my home not made from hands.
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