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Faith in Sewage
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I have learned thy name; counter divine. It is yet a creation of ancient minds. Specious throne, how great thou art?
Libri Deceptio. I have longed to be erased from existence; buried alive. From a corpse, turn to ash to further the cycle.
The myth; the legend of christ; let it rot with my mind, escape to the soil like dust. The hope of a prayer turned to earth.
Translucent faith; the search for purpose in false deities, only to find the self. Hail only the heathen within.
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We've built our own crucifix; carried the weight on our backs. Yet, we turn to big brother to drive in the last nail.
The Fable created a false sense of purpose, and left us with little to no choice but (to) drown in a wake of morals and
contradiction. The freedom of life from a jealous father, and a code of commandments to found all the nations. We must
learn to think for ourselves; see the uprising is at hand. The collapse of an empire; and embrace of ignorance.
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Ritual Suicide
04:42
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The time is now. Gather your children, and assemble in the streets. Abandon possessions; you no longer dwell on the
infestations of human kind. Follow the horde leading straight to my feet. Kneel down before me and reach within. Clench
your heart; rip it out, and ingest it. Let your flaws consume your soul.
Now, his grace will crawl helplessly through miles of grief; waist deep in sin. Drowning in this colossal failure; this
pathetic circus built in his name. Oh, his grace will crawl before the abomination I've assembled from the scraps of a
failed creation. Blessed father; the feast of a king! A monument of entrails; a haunting reflection. Livers, brain stems,
colons, intestines, heaved on the pile! Construction of an offering.
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Nocturnal Progression
03:58
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There is a great change under way; lying before us. Grim renovations of epic proportions. Man has tried kneeling, and now
they must learn to crawl. Through all this pity, the darkness has yet to come.
The choice has always been of your own; you are your own creator. To die praying; down on your knees, or learn to stand on
your own two feet? Questions can sometimes be overwhelming, but the solution lies within. Not in a book, or the sky.
The faith that had once overpowered; blinded man; has become a mere question. Faltering in size, diminishing rapidly; the
answers become clearer with time. As selfishness outweighs the ghost, the fable is just a mark on the wall. The black will
consume, and nocturnal progress will bring truth to us all. That "God" is "I."
Nations bow seperately, but humans are all the same. Now the greatest tale ever told betrays; leads the sheep from the flock.
To pursue; just to become their own shepherd.
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Solitude
05:48
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Thy path has been christened in blood and hate to molt this infantile shell we're all given with name. Led astray by an
insidious cult on the pretense of "learning the way;" how does a child survive, preconceiving true love as a lie? A gift
that can only be earned through kneeling, praying, drinking the blood. Reciting phrases that forever change; failing to
live so he'll die with no shame; wasting the best years just chasing dreams only found in the grave.
The sick misinstruction; raising children in fear. This system is utterly disgusting, and the youth will no longer adhere.
I desire no footprints beside me; no light to guide the way. I thrive on the solitude that brings you pain.
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