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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
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
Godless Symphonies
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
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 1:52 AM UTC
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