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Clinging to life with clenched fingers they've given their lives away

A ghost to the grounds of filth blood and bone corrode

Cleansed of its iniquity

Ancient scriptures of fallible claim

Those that can't see the unbelievers of faith

Spreading their Gods true words of disease

Fallen ones will shed this un-light

Darkness covers our eyes

Bled dry of its wine choking on his rotten flesh

A foreseen abomination

Forbearing in standards of death

Instructional fear in its purity

Spectral fright of the unknown

The four riders of blessed death come to claim the souls of filth and regret

Their earthly demise

Help us Jesus oh please help us

These cries playing comfort to the fools

This shameful lie of eternal suffering

Exhumed the right forgotten existence

Blood to dust face clarity in death permanence

Destruction of sin torturous