Cultus Sanguine
swine of the cross
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to all but a few, salvation was denied The not-yet-dead discovered that to be a nuclear family means a whole new thing; All-too-trusting shambling pseudomorphs put their trust in a man of the cloth Make them hate you, rotting cleric...Remember, you are pu of my loins, you are pus Give voice to your left side, let me in:I've sawn the seeds of your redemption;In subhumanicide, I am your guide:seventy-seven times make them dieThe sun is shining on a brand new dayBlackened corpses smolder where they slain;Self-flagellation prompts him to confess:Ã<> Immolation meant to purify sin wracked souls Let diseased bodies die; survivors twice lost: Betrayed in fire, by the Swine of the Cross