Shall I continue forward down a path blind I stand?
Cradling the child of empathy
Perhaps this is where we all end up
Summon between the sheets of lust and greed
Some unaware of what they told to believe
Life meant for death
And no soul purpose
Mutant religion
Unorthodox traits remain slaves
Hunter in the thick grass awaits its prey
Slowly strikes drain the blood within the victims
Are you slain?
Are you slain?
Are you slain like this culture?
Are you slain like the people?
Are you slain like this hope?
Are you slain?
Are you slain?
Like the vulture sucking the marrow from the carcass
Are you slain like the village?
Are you slain like the land?
Are you slain like the minds of my own people?
Slain by my deity
Slain by my own hands
Are you slain?
Are you slain?
The child close to its mother
Consumes by what she ingest
Soon becomes what its destined to be prey

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