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Deception fills our glass shattered life, Shackles of torment – our only guiding light; She constricts, she kills, our every waken step, I weep — blood streams down from my open broken neck. My blood flows like the serpent’s sting Waiting to strike this ten-horned king With flaming darts from my soul; I shall speak. I’ll cast aside this twisted vile beast. A beast whose goal is total insanity With her modern-day speech of peace and calamity; Blinding her sheep while they sing to the beast: I sigh in turmoil — Revenge is all I seek! I stare and gaze at her lust filled greed As she encompasses the armies where my fathers’ did grieve. She sheds their blood from her oil drenched hands; She desecrates — where the abomination now stands. Frozen in ice as my gaze still might be I watch in horror as she conquers the seven seas; Smiting the necks of all who disbelieve She worships her sadistic fantasies As the clay-filled beast Preaches, Peace — Peace! Yet blood flows from this satanic whores reach, A third of the earth drenched in her false sense of peace; Ripped and torn the bodies still lie, Shallow graves — The martyrs die. Can you see the lies in which she still speaks As she preaches deception and her false sense of peace? She tells all to follow her blood-drenched king To make the choice: Death or the beast. Babylon still speaks — the Satanic vile beast.
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