One's own Kingman, Christ person, Woman God.
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At battle with a mass astrengent.
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The bond
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That blends the weak to the wise.
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It's a safe assumption that you'd want
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to save me now.
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But I'll never face castration.
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For your sacred sow is left slaughtered.
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Brainwashed by me.
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Myself influence I.
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Bird brained
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World saver.
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A fake god rests dead inside you.
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It's a safe assumption that you'd want to save me now.
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But I'll never face castration.
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For your sacred sow is left
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Slaughtered.
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System destroyed.
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Exposed and unployed.
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The fruit
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Of intention cry for their dead, but turning their head to
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Ignore reality's claw.
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Knife to your wrist, syringe in your
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Arm is your ounce of prevention.
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Give what you made,
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And under your name on your grave, is salvation.
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A big
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Fucking joke.
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Slaughter the pig, the self righteous king for your own
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Restoration.
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For your God is in your chest, and faith kills
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What is precious, for death is unanswered.
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Do sin.
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Slaughtered
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Aborted |