I am heartless
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you will fear me day and
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night
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I reek of putrid mentality
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and
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my aura's exuding might
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there is no way to stop me
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so consider what you try
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and just remember that I
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am me
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and I stand not by your
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side
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my mind retains no
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sympathy
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it's banished love, too
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my lowest retaliation
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keeps me over you
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my children bear no
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gladness
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and soon they'll watch
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you die
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I am the cross, I am the
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pain
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that leaves your dying
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eyes
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cowardly you run from
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me
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but can't you see?
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an entity of horror's
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what I remain
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to inflict abomination's
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what I gain
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recoil amongst your kin
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they'll soon be crucified
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in much the same manner
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as the man you worship
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died
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I am the cross
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waste not your time in
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prayer
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'cause nobody escapes my
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wrath
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the torn throats and
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infants of the plagues
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are just a trickle in the
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tub of my blood bath
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just who on earth do you
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think you are
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to challenge my immortal
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ways
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my indifference is real so
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to my appeal
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keep on digging your own
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grave
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and just when you
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thought it was safe
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to resist my reign the
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pressure overrides
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you simply don't
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comprehend my ability
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to nail you up at any time
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place your hands
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outstretched upon
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the arms of wood carved
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out for you
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with a mallet's blow upon
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the spikes
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I hold you as if you were
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the king of the Jews
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can't you face the groove?
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two thirds of the earth's
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population
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should not even exist
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a malignancy; an ugly sore
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mankind's but a cyst
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and there you hang upon
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the cross
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I Am The Cross
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| Exhorder |
