Fastidiously coddle these crumbling tenets
Puff up these putrid corpulent prophets
Overlords enamored with the sense of sanctity
Enforce and practice intolerable acts
Not afraid that justice will mend all realities
Shuddering as they speak these grave inaccuracies
Profanity
Hospitai
Prospering bastards
Death tolls of Christendom
Justifying the teaching of fiction
Containing the learning of billions of children
In a deceptive beat of emaciated chords
Humiliated, we drag them from their thrones
In the hope of summoning imperfect awe
Glorifying an unfulfilling God
I am a false prophet, God is a superstition
I am a false prophet, God is a superstition
Fastidiously coddle these crumbling tenets
Puff up these putrid corpulent prophets
Abanons
Apocrypha
Salutations
Coffin God
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