A thousand mouths to feed, a million hearts to stop.
For the creation of all is only meant to kill.
We litter our selves with religion and hope.
Ware such fools to believe such a manifest, what is left to give?
What more can you take?
In a million ways more than one we all ask the same.
If we are the creation of such a great being, who is the creator of such a morbid race?
Some say we can affect the world with your fairy tales of the past.
Your profits and your saints who raped the dead.
We wait.
We prey until the angels fall far from the sky.
We are gathered here under the shadows of hell.
We fight for blood.
We die for hope of the world-renowned religion comes to an end.
We won't stop until every promise is fulfilled.

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