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to the sheep

men of God
I retch
seeing you wear that crusifix
around your neck
like you have some secret redemption or salvation
though you live your lives
as "immoral" as anyone else
you think your little club house rituals will spare you
I'll wrap that fucking necklace tight around your throats
and watch you die with your dead God
dangling under your asphixiated airway
wouldn't that be worthy of being written in a book
you dieing for your God
you never thought it would come to this, did you?
well that dumb fuck hung on a cross
apparently for you
though it did nothing
he was just a delusional,though quite charasmatic, man
not a God
so now, you, go
be with him in the ground
with nothing to show or to be praised for your fucking lives
except that dumb fucking cross hanging down
under the strangulation marks
intereo, Deus quod vestri ovis vobis (die, God and your sheep with you)

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