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Doomed on a cross
written by Genocide Reaper02:51 AM 4/15/05Doomed on a cross,
dust in the wind,
blood in the sand,
dead men all around.
The past is alive.
Skeletons arise.
In graves they reside.
Warriors once divine.
Evil Jesus, rotting on the vine.
Take a look at all his lies,
the ones laid out to see,
the ones that claim to set you free.
Hate for him, heals me.
Hate for his people, conceals nothing,
but spreads everything.
gruesome murder is healing.
Dead set, hell bent,
this demon I shall vent.
All of my anger, all of my rage,
all of these wicked feelings once in a cage.
Now free to roam, fully disclosed.
Damned abroad, all was lost.
Never to rise, he paid the cost.
The daily dose of pain.
Injected into your vein.
Feel the fire run into your heart.
Cursed to be chaotically torn apart.
Fear is not an option,
Hell is like a maggot infestation.
Growing as the body is decaying.
A sheep’s oath is hollow,
filled with cowardly words,
and a false love.
To love a lie, is just like a junkie getting high.
In the end, they’ll bite the dust.
Finding the truth.
Eat the dirt,
embrace the hurt.
Time to wither in youth. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by (guest) (4-15-2005 - 05:17 AM)
| all i can say is you'll be sorry.
Jesus is my EVERYTHING. my reason for living my only reason for anything.
you need help.theres only one person you can turn to.GOD. |
by Genocide Reaper (4-15-2005 - 06:05 AM)
| I won't be sorry, because my beliefs differ from your ideology. |
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