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Chalice Full Of Malice

Transatlantic trips on the Jesus ship
Led to the tips of the master's whip
Don't let your lips sip from the oppressor's chalice
From the rip it flippith over as hot, steamy malice

It's best that you don't allow for it to ever take sail
Or the pricey toll may just be your soul for sell
Dwelling in HELL while they'll promise afterlife riches
Only land the meek'll inherit are their six feet ditches
Written by da_poetic-edifier (Damon)
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