i’m lord’s death angel with black wings, who smolders lonely in spoken strife
alone i’ve stolen jehovah’s might, and i’ve sold his life to this poltergeist
find your best mangled and hacked kings, whose soldiers only revolt in fright
expose your souls to a bolt of light, as i hold a knife to the ghost of christ
speakin’ a feat of astronomers, seeded heathens in preachers and commoners
breathe in, bleedin’ andromedas, heat decreases and freezes thermometers
purpose to worship their worthless circus of churches is victim of prophecies
earth is in service to serpents, cursin’ it’s surface with vicious hypocrisies
define proof; what’s pure and sacred is superstitious, i’m blamin’ it on myself
the blind truth: the cure for hatred is too religious, i’m cavin’ in on myself
so we injected a resident, in spite of evolution as parasites climb in reverends
we re-elected a president, despite our revolution of fahrenheit nine-elevens
killed our own children with psychological weaponry; bred their discrepancy
filled our own buildin’s with biological weaponry, spreadin’ our leprosy
spray the fumes; we blind heavenly minds and the fuckin’ crusade is doomed
raid the tombs, behind enemy lines with eight-hundred brigades of goons
omnipotent one; webs of intricate sentences witness spun, imprisoned his son
indigenous run, over ignorant innocents sicknesses hung; diminish the sun
savages pillage; i’m tyrannous; killed ‘em in pyramids: rippin’ ridiculous foes
last of the militant lyricist, willin’ and spiritless: spittin’ meticulous flows
despite it’s appearance, my skin is unbreakable, death come swing your sword
though righteous their fear is, my kin was unshakable, left to sink in fjords
angels of death, i bring doom to the room, and then loom in oddly as nuns die
strangles your breath, and leaves truth misconstrued like illuminati alumni
jesus christ’s a nonexistent rebel, what politicians call ballistic, vicious as hell
heathens fight a contradicted devil, as all of his apocalyptic visions dispel
damn "the passion’s" passive humanity, as this saint lurches, falls to the floor
and i’ll laugh with rabid insanity, as I paint churches’ walls with the gore
speared with your suitable lunacy after, fearin’ your beautiful eulogy mattered
your irrefutable foolery’s shattered, here at your funerals brutally battered
i ravage priests, who mother over their notion, and after the passage of frauds
the savage beast, i hovered over the ocean and scattered the ashes of gods
the cold metal has pierced his skin, blood lavishes pity; them fascist goats lied
‘cause no devil was fierce as him, fuck vatican city; i’m glad the pope died
as murder fated it’s toll, i germinated the mold, ‘cause serpents hated the cold
verses ate’em, and regurgitated’em whole; plannin’ a televangelist sacrifice
it perpetrated your goal, as churches aided your role, just perforated your soul
terminated, left invertibrated, you fold; and it’s a hella scandalous afterlife
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welcome back Psy. ya scripts are amazing as always
Originally Posted by CharlesJones
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