Why deny the futureOf mankindLays in our handsYou waste itPlaying
Sometimes I close my eyesSometimes I open my eyesBut the
Aghast of the neglectionContempt of the older generationRighteousness is never
Watch the powers combine on meAs all weapons become my
Scourged by ignoranceIn a strench of perditionGrub to live in
Your eyes are not yoursThey're robbedFrom so called trash-peopleAren't you
Smell the stenchIt's something that won't wash offLook at me,
Lusts of the fleshPleasures of the flesh so divineIt creates
You're still aliveYou have no rightTo judge upon them nowYour
All hordes prepare for this final warThe everlasting infinityIt's in
The truth is now revealedAnd breaking through all liesThe final
Organised religion is fakeThe excuse of weak mindsGuilty of slaughteringMillions
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