Injects she
With Wrath she
Seeings sees of scorn,
He angels through thorns.
Kills he the
Anti, of Christ, aimz
She's certain her ******
True, a pat on the back, phew.
Satan, he has her
Back on the burnt pew.
Don't check the victim
For marks of the saviour;
Stay with me, be with me,
And maybe we'll save her,
The you I dissolved
To be with her maker,
Made Me.
Me, me,
Forsake her,
The you that is her,
The one is betrayed ya,
To turn you against love your,
Er.
Vain ya, vein ya, She,
The sorrow you saved her,
you.
Murderer,
Adama,
Eve'n
Tide.
Vessels of pride,
Alone in seeking,
Find only an empty
ReceptIcle leaking.