Here he comes as you pray
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Like shot lambs you crawl
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Here he comes as you pray
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Oh, shot lambs now fall
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Hear him breathe as you pray
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His tongue licks your palms
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Feel him seduce when you pray
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There ¡¯s oralsex in his psalms
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All the seeds that you have planted
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Upon Trinity Fields
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And those crops that thrive inside of you
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Grow like thorns through your praying hands
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Hear him scream as you pray
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The cold father and sin
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Feel his soft and sick tongue
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Lick your christian skin
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There¡¯s a ruin in the heart of this plain
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A rose that withers and dies
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So leave the fields and join the insects
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Join the lord of flies
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Trinity Fields
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