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BORN OF BLASPHEMY
"Christ" was the on my first breath
A curse in vain, obscene
Depart the womb in death
The blood of Cane, insane
AWASH in flame, in pain
Failure, revelation
The dawn of time, A CRIME
I BECOME DAMNATION
Fuck. This. World.
A cauldron of misery
Drown. In. Blood.
I was. I WAS
Born OF Blasphemy
O.h M.y F.ucking G.od
Delivery me to evil
Choke on the clot , so what?
And I will spit the shit
That I was never taught
I won't do it, obit
GODDAMN the lies, deny
Your presence is worthless
I wish I may TO SLAY
THE EMPTY CARESS
Fuck. This. World.
A cauldron of misery
Drown. In. Blood.
I was. I WAS
Born OF Blasphemy
Tell me what you are
When perfection's scarred
Killing in your name
Where to cast the blame?
Holding by the throat
Breathing in the smoke
Sacrificial lambs
Life among the damned
Left to the wolves
Serve a pound of flesh
And Nightmare hooves
What is thy last wish?
Leave me for dead
Reaching for the beast
Words in my head
Welcome to the feast
Fuck. This. World.
A cauldron of misery
Drown. In. Blood.
I was. I WAS
Born OF Blasphemy
Tell me what you are
When perfection's scarred
Killing in your name
Where to cast the blame?
Holding by the throat
Breathing in the smoke
Sacrificial lambs
Life among the damned
A curse in vain, obscene
Depart the womb in death
The blood of Cane, insane
AWASH in flame, in pain
Failure, revelation
The dawn of time, A CRIME
I BECOME DAMNATION
Fuck. This. World.
A cauldron of misery
Drown. In. Blood.
I was. I WAS
Born OF Blasphemy
O.h M.y F.ucking G.od
Delivery me to evil
Choke on the clot , so what?
And I will spit the shit
That I was never taught
I won't do it, obit
GODDAMN the lies, deny
Your presence is worthless
I wish I may TO SLAY
THE EMPTY CARESS
Fuck. This. World.
A cauldron of misery
Drown. In. Blood.
I was. I WAS
Born OF Blasphemy
Tell me what you are
When perfection's scarred
Killing in your name
Where to cast the blame?
Holding by the throat
Breathing in the smoke
Sacrificial lambs
Life among the damned
Left to the wolves
Serve a pound of flesh
And Nightmare hooves
What is thy last wish?
Leave me for dead
Reaching for the beast
Words in my head
Welcome to the feast
Fuck. This. World.
A cauldron of misery
Drown. In. Blood.
I was. I WAS
Born OF Blasphemy
Tell me what you are
When perfection's scarred
Killing in your name
Where to cast the blame?
Holding by the throat
Breathing in the smoke
Sacrificial lambs
Life among the damned
Published 23rd Jun 2022
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