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Christian disease
written by Genocide Reaper03:33 AM 3/31/05What compels you to be so christian?
Raised to be a clone for his will?
Who wants in his click?
Not me.
Not I.
I won’t be a part of a fools flock.
Nor shall I be a slave to a con’s cliche.
Savior? Sheppard?
Suck up, slave, salvation is lost.
He paid the cost.
If he was a messiah.
He didn’t act like it.
He appeared to be no more than a liar.
Play the role of sheep.
Deceived by a Patricians edited filth.
Look through history.
You’ll find your own religion is the enemy.
Fight me all you wish.
I’m not a Satanist.
Not an atheist.
Just a man with a plan.
One involving a God.
Not a man.
Ridicule me out of lack of understanding.
At least I’m not the one descending.
Such immoral actions taken by cattle.
Thinking they own the world.
Christ was a con, now a forgotten son.
Dead in the eyes of the Father.
Face it child, or you’ll end up like your burning Brother.
Heretic you say.
Blaspheme yes, that's me.
May the light of the moon wisp you away.
Send those blind ignorant thoughts into decay.
Though I see you now.
On your knees, in front of a cross you pray.
Just wanting to live with the lie for another day.
I wonder why so many martyrs for better causes are not remembered.
Maybe because, they weren’t deceiving demons.
For being the way I am, I have my reasons.
Laugh away, curse me all you please.
That will not change my thoughts.
Its not you I live to appease.
I’ve known for years Christianity has become a disease. |
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