Flowing through my veins is the key to my papal power
An ancient bloodline; well maintained to avoid dilution
The progenitor is thefather of lies
The sovereign source for this power dwells within me
Inside my form
He lurks beneath my skin and stares through my eyes
Through me he has the power to instil the re-written doctrine to the
Church
Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying on the weak
I am the host of satan
Parasites thriving in my blood harbour his soul in my
Surrogate subjugation
My fidelity lies with he who now grows inside
Of me
I, his vicar in the physical realm, feed him innocent blood as a sacrifice
The blood of infants and the blood of nuns
With great power comes great hypocrisy
With great power comes satanic adoration
With great power comes great hypocrisy
With great power comes the sacrificial blood of innocence
Beware the wolf in sheep skin preying
On the weak
Wet with this blood I’m a demigod; a flesh incarnate
Vessel
In this world of flesh and blood I feel the urge to fuck
This endless hunger to fuck and smother is driving me to rape the nuns
I feel the urge to reproduce, but the bloodline must stay intact
Withdeath I purify the whorespawn blood
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