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Final hour
written by Genocide Reaper06:21 PM 12/17/04| Promised greed, you pray, because it is broken promises you need. Pray away, every single day, Satanic, or Christian, go ahead, maybe you Atheistic. Just another dead roach. The rat harvesting the plauge. You gutless cunts. Worthless flaunts of power, you are weak, now suffer for your own falsehood. Pay your satan, maybe you'll get the first circle of Hell, pay the church, maybe jesus will come. Amazed at the con, stunned by the applause. You pause, just to steal a peek at your own missguided leader. need your greed, want your lust, can't help but prey on the weak, you cannot hope but to breed this putrifying display of your Three way fuck fest. You three, Atheist, Christian, Satanist, all the same, just all placing blame. Calling out to a no name. Death isn't a joke! its glory! hate isn't a stage show! its a power! Lust isn't to be passed around like a drug! Its a way to see true love! Love in self gratification. Its what we all worry with, yet, you cannot see, you can't see over your own belly filled with lies, eyes filled with contract stamped ties. You have no power, in the time of War, when the blood splashes upon your face, and you realize you are part of the dieing race, you will realize. its the final hour. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by maledeth (12-18-2004 - 06:21 AM)
| I don't think you've realized what satanism is if you have just compared it to a worthless and decadent religion(Christianity) and a path of no deity(Atheism) You just explained satanism in your whole poem, here, bud. We realize strength is a power. We realize we must lust, to obtain self-gratification..and without it...we are, like you stated before, meat-puppets. |
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