A zealous priest
commanding down
A legion of unlivings
One rotten apple
Left alone to take the blame!
Cursed by a silent figure, the town is torn in suffering
Hidden in their broken homes, people quenched in fear
The sun came down and never rose up, darkness spread it's wings
Tortured minds ... clawed doors ...
Fear and remorse are the swords, held over their feable neck
Shrivelled and decrepit, they lurk for, a scapegoat
In their darkest hour, they answer the call
Of their sinister master, and muster for war
So execute the order ... the blasphemer shall die!
Before dawn
Bruised beaten mercilessly stoned and left behind
A true christian celebration
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Will Christ be reborn through this despicable anguish
Shall he listen to our claims
Lacerated ... CLARITY!
Amputated ... VIRTUE!
Desecreted ... HOLINESS!
Dismembered ... PURITY!!!

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