On blistered feet
Still marching on
Hands held in prayer
All hope is gone
Lash on your back
With pure intent
Welts on your skin
The punishment
Raise your whip and flay your flesh
Join our congregation
True believers come with us
In corporeal damnation
When sinew is stripped from bone
And to feel closer
To he who made this our life
Embracing the shame
Of sins that you've seen
It won't go away
You are so unclean
The pain and the guilt
It all seems so sad
The penance is just
Or deeds gone mad
So many lies to bestow upon yourself
Smiling through tears and screams
With wounds so fresh
Guilt ridden, all for nothing, wretched still
Mortification of the sinful flesh

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