| Pray
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| Finally the day’s upon us, Creations left to destruction. |
| The stench of this
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| earth floods my senses, disgusting and repulsive. |
| I’ll bring disaster.
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| Keep praying to your bastard
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| I’ll take this land that’s claimed by your god
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| (That's claimed by your god)
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| Bile spewing being abomination of hate, my monstrosity made with the need to
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| fornicate. |
| These demonic creatures I’ll release upon this world,
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| cities will fall at my feet, crumble and gradually disintegrate
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| Bile spewing being abomination of hate, my monstrosity made with the need to
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| fornicate. |
| Why can’t you see the truth? |
| Say your prayers
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| I will bare witness to your struggle, my crooked smile gazing over their bodies,
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| as the light fades away, before their eyes
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| Pray
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| Pray, to your dead god. |
| These cities will fall at my feet
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| Now, crumbling one by one, infernal sickness
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| These cities will line with pestilence, darkened by a cloud of broken innocence
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| Bit by bit, crushing this ground beneath my grasp. |
| If your will breaks anything
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| like your flesh, then this breath will be your last
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| I want to watch your struggle, tormenting agony, my Malicious eyes crave more
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| than what you’re giving me
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| Tearing apart this world from the inside out, I’ve brought your home certain
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| disaster. |
| What will you say when there’s nothing left sacred? |
| You will never
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| forget the night of the rapture
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| Pray, pray, to your fucking god
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| Who will you pray to when your deity is dead? |
| Where will you run when the holy
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| turn you away? |
| Inconceivable thoughts will fill your mind with dread.
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| The air is thick with the stench of blood. |
| Ingest the field of locusts,
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| constantly clouding focus. |
| Dig deep and remember to pray
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| No one will hear you pray to your dead god |