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In a tie of imbalance, in a world carved in two
A vision of murder by another facade
When in scripture it is deemed one must fight to be true
We look to the butcher as a preacher entwined

Into the abyss
When their mere existence is a slight unto you
When it is impious to resist
One must do unto others as they deserve

Disillusioned, and with nothing to provide
We look to the doctrine to further divide
If the struggle is internal, this world is ill informed
Hunger and disease weave a tangible disguise

Into the abyss
When their mere existence is a slight unto you
When it is impious to resist
One must do unto others as they deserve

Does his vagarious tongue
Speak in riddles to misconstrued?
Or is it the folly of lesser man
To blunt the sword of abhorrence he wields in our name

It is facile to subdue
Those who preach of lenity
With a deity to deplore
Who extols frailty as a virtue

Oh, no evil can rise
From the man who reaps what his lord may sow
No horror is pariah in the mind
Of he who knoweth the divine

So sing of his fury
And preach of his bigotry
May you raise him an army
To trample his enemies

So long may the warrior
Pay heed to synaptic unrest
To further the struggle
At his behest

Moderation aligns itself with rationality
Holy reason, echoes of modernity
Yet only if we accede that man is wiser than the god

Are the peaceful distinguished from atrocity?
Left to incubate beneath a shroud of clemency
All prostrate as one
All fall as one

Oh, no evil can rise
From the man who reaps what his lord may sow
No horror is pariah in the mind
Of he who knoweth the divine

So sing of his fury
And preach of his bigotry
May you raise him an army
To trample his enemies

So long may the warrior
Pay heed to synaptic unrest
To further the struggle
At his behest

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