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Clouds glaring back in tumid silence as the doomsday horns crucify our earth

Modern day pied piper missionary mosquitoes, spread their communicable disease

Leading a nation of zombie slaves, millennia old cultures raped into homogeny

Damned into the implied necessity of salvations serenity

Marching toward the cultivated oblivion of the Christian pipe dream

Inventing our own emergency brake messiahs to save ourselves from the bigoted hells we are creating

Paving the way for our lecherous evangelist middleman healers to market their acquisitive acts of god

A populace indoctrination of tainted purity for lucrative tithing,

For pre-paid pardons from molestation legalities

Mother Mary, filled with contradiction

Birther of lies, procreator of amoebic cultural demise,

Begat the false messiah of the spiritual whores

Cellists in the symphony of apocalyptic plagues disguised as salvation

Our destined manifestation sung by every cross poised to be burned to the ground

A timeless superstition folds as the smoke rolls toward the empty skies

A genuflection to end the Christ-bearing pestilence

Another wasted prayer to the omnisciently deafened heavens

With a resonating silence in reply

Pluck the seraph from the sky, smash their wings, watch them die

Asphyxiated with the stench of the verity silenced by the blood-soaked oppression or the gold-trimmed pages