| The gears are set into place;
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| The finals stages of purification are nudged into motion
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| By our pious Pope
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| The prevention of the second coming of Christ
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| Is now drawing closer to completion
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| Dissolution of component forces
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| Act together as one — a single congregation
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| Tied together with one purpose in mind:
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| The prevention of Christ’s birth
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| Dead are collected and piled
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| To feed the flames of a furnace fire
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| The day lit sky is now blackened by the infant ashes
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| As they rise they bring us darkness
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| Turning day to night
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| With the remnants of the children burning, we begin the last stage
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| Surviving females are loaded onto transports and then shipped to our parishes
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| Where they’re tagged, then stripped of their clothing
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| Assigned numbers and then taken to
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| Eugenic controlled concentration camps
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| This is where they spend the rest of their pathetic lives
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| One by one the worms dry out
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| In the sun at the mercy of their new master.
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| Their existence exhausts itself without
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| The ability to procreate
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| Seared onto their heads and their hands
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| Is the mark of The Beast.
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| This holy number, sacred in its symbolism
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| Now marks the doom of fertility
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| By the order of the Pope
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| We condemn them to be neutered
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| With a machine devised to sterilize
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| With a hundred tons of force, its name is The Cuntcrusher.
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| Hooks pierce through their feet
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| Then suspends them upside down
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| To be fed into the side where they are conveyed to a press of blades
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| With their legs pried open, their cunts align
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| At the flick of a switch
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| They are sterilized |