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Sep 2016
Immune to your infectious pleas
As we prescribe the cured disease
Amped on plagues to praying knees
Drunk on the blood of Pharisees
Composing godless symphonies

The paths that cowards fear to tread
The truths that serpents fear to spread
The hatred that your fear has bred
The dark enlightenment you dread
These musing voices in our head

We'll grind the thrones of grace to dust
Our acid reign leads faith to rust
And as you watch your world combust
You'll feel the sounds of our disgust
Roar horsemen of tumultuous

The wretches writhing in the wombs
The banshees wailing in the glooms
The shadows bumping in their rooms
The corpses screaming in their tombs
These melodies impend our dooms

So demonize the slit wrist shows
Aborted fetus cries we chose
Cacophonies of ****** crows
In walls of death these songs enclose
Our crucified unholy prose

The sons of fathers' sinful seed
The victims of indulgent greed
The slaves kept bound in chains you read
Imbued with all their pain we've freed
Crescendos silenced by false creed

Now liberated we shall seize
You by your preaching throat and squeeze
And snap your spineless neck with ease
Crushing religious fallacies
With godless breakdown symphonies
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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