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holy abortion
I saw a king casting his crowns
The screams of queens and peasants all loud
The jester hording his masters riches
Something’s gone wrong in this kingdom
I’ll create gods beneath my feet
And make them do my bidding to the human race
Some will heal and some will curse
And they will call them “God”
Singing songs to the makers of terror
The real anarchists of the earth
Praising the chaos of their hearts
Hymns passed around like heroin
I used to believe in church and fairy tales
And listen to men speak of what they don’t understand
What qualifies a man to teach another of love and life?
Of heaven and hell
We’re the passive terrorist
The catholics and non-denominationalists
Corrupting soul after soul to join an army
To fight a war against intelligence
You capture souls not set them free
and damn them with you in eternity
worshippers of form and formation
praising the chaos in their hearts;
they praise a “spirit” terrorist
and I am your god, the abomination
you once had something good within you
until the pastor gave you an abortion
you’ll bleed slowly now
you’ll feel so “holy” now
and then somehow;
you’ll love them for it…
