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Corroded afterthoughts of holy carriers of men
Strike peak as the long handle of time strikes 10
Satan already savoured the cellulose tissue by tissue
Man made miracles leave God as no special issue
The codec’s illuminate the men that hesitate, gravitate
The situation a civil deity on a mission tackling hate
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The Deity is ravaged and whipped with grievous intent
Will Bent on top the of the pain that sinful Satan sent
The bloody pools of ripened liquid ooze his flesh
The body ruptured by the metallic spiked mesh
Yet the deity doesn’t reject what his Lord had said
Through pain yet no fear the Deity raises his head
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The hideous sight hitherto horrors hordes
Of Men that apprehend the idea of Morgues
Yet there were no morgues at the Deity’s time
Twas when the soul in divinity would entwine
But reader how to read the red bile of bespoke
Punishments that gurgle blood from chokes
The Diety never felt more assured, he shouted aloud
“Lord it is time, to lift this unneeded shroud”
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The Blankets of skies teared apart at the scene
Where the Deity was mocked, where his death had been
Yet religious symbols still symbolise the sticks
That formed to become the Deity’s crucifix