Scorned by god destined unto hell in life mercantile simple man, living, praying
for what cause do I prey
for what existnence is my dream
held in subsistence forever in poverty slavery a reality work to live live to work
plow the fields pick the cotton day in day fucking out they dont give a damn all i do not worth a dime
I just want my trade ironworks for the silver yet here i am slave to unknown existence
bow down before those who conquer else you shall die lay down thine arms to those who slay else give into holy sacrifice
they fill the air with methane slowly so we dont know converting our earth to their home the inquisition of humanity
we will be their slaves poisoned by the air they already exist among us at the highest levels
full control of the climate liveable to their own kind
The scorpions of space will pose no threat the artificial ones are subservientTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
