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Holy ( Revamped, religious people should not read this )

 Do you hear that, church bells.

Open that gate and fall on the floor,
together we can fire a cross from our bodies
hope you prayed cuz i can get you far from God,
just put on that fucking robe,
can you feel that rum on the crosses,
grab my gun and reload it.

I poured everything with holy water,
every note of organ resounds the hall,
see you begging on your knees there in the confessional ,
i can by your priest and you the sinner.

Hold your rosary hard cuz i m gonna sin so bad,
after tonight we are gonna need to repent to the afterlife,
bible has more than thousand papers and every of them has felt you are filthy,
go and make the bells sound all night with the glory,
perhaps someone will show us as art of the holy.

Holy word, please seduce me,
salvation takes confession,
purify my unworthy soul,
i promise you redemption.

Chapel is empty and i feel you tremble to fill it,
keep hands together untill the very end,
tell them to open the gates of purgatory,
say that, say that, amen.

Jesus is crying, he wants to play,
lets make him moan the name of god,
the last dinner, the last fuck,
this can not be worse, do not stop.

Just put on that robe,
and f me and f,
hold that cross and f me
put on a little church,
morals and policy,
bitch, God wont be proud,
f me aaaaaaaa

Hold your rosary hard cuz i m gonna sin so bad,
after tonight we are gonna need to repent to the afterlife,
bible has more than thousand papers and every of them has felt you are filthy,
go and make the bells sound all night with the glory,
perhaps someone will show us as art of the holy.

Aaaa
f me, pour it on yourself,
pose there, pour it, put on that robe,
call me priest, hands together, pray on knees and repent,
than f, f f ff f meeee in chapel,
in the middle of church, let the Holy see us.
Written by MarekMonster (The Night Hunter)
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