Upside down in the void.
Annoyed by priests and
politicians who feast at
the trough of the ignorance
of mankind, blind to the
devastation their righteous
proclamations heap upon
Eden’s polluted shore.
Babylon’s ***** holds firm
their fate in her celestial grasp.
Standing before perdition’s
impartial flame, the liar,
the killer, and salvation's thief...
Dante’s imagination could not
conceive a suitable torment for
your lamentable offenses.
Jun 25, 2011
Jun 25, 2011 at 9:07 PM UTC
Upside down in the void.
Annoyed by priests and
politicians who feast at
the trough of the ignorance
of mankind, blind to the
devastation their righteous
proclamations heap upon
Eden’s polluted shore.
Babylon’s ***** holds firm
their fate in her celestial grasp.
Standing before perdition’s
impartial flame, the liar,
the killer, and salvation's thief...
Dante’s imagination could not
conceive a suitable torment for
your lamentable offenses.
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