Getting used to the feeling of being alone, call of the northern moon guide me home. Tears fall from the eyes crystal cold, sink rapidly into the deep unknown. Life filled with hatred and regret, slit your wrists to numb the pain to what you wish to forget. Wake up screaming covered in cold sweat, I'd end my life before I praise him and fucking repent. Oh, how I wish to penetrate the holy cocksucker with eyes of shame. Take my seed in your fathers name for me and you are both one and the same. Almighty christ covered in cum, I lick my lips as I fill the holes you're bleeding from. Nailed to the cross unholy scum, to hate me is to hate what you've become. Get used to the feeling of being alone, you can't hide from the sins for which you cannot atone. Son of god banished from his home, how the mighty has fallen from his throne..

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