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Onwards into blissful enthrallment - the acrimonious way of faith,
The golden staircase lies, on plains of non-believing flesh,
Brothers and sisters lovingly condemned to eternal suffering,
It is with blood that we work the gears of God.

Feed me the fabric of your trinity,
Laced with the flesh and blood of your savior.
With outstretched wings, blocking out the sun,
Some call them angels, bringers of holy light,
But their glory shines only upon their followers.
And salvation is only attainable through conformity...

Bred in the chasms of the human soul,
There dwells a rising tide of intolerance and hatred.
Wrought into religion through years chased by fear,
Brainwashed to accept your belief as the only way.
For those of other faiths are but scum beneath the Earth,
And for this blasphemy against your god you condemn them to burn,
And for this blasphemy against their god they condemn you to burn.

Behold the rising sun, trapped in a dream,
Where the fires of hatred cannot be justified,
By the blood-stained hands of an undeserving faith.

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