The purpose of my poetry, is to condemn the world to Hell
Compassion I have not, for the worshipers of Bel
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If it's Baal you prefer, to me it matters not
You'll go to Hell and burn, forever there you'll rot
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Religion! What Farce! Like Christianity
Pagan saints and Pagan gods, worship them on bended knee
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Then there's Ashtoreth, Queen of Heaven so divine
aka Diana, in Emphasis did shine
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They're both alive and well, Their High Priest lives in Rome
Go and pray their beads, beneath his Golden Dome