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Tortured souls, Heard from

The bottom, of my conscience

Awakening of my lust

Looking around, unworthy

Victims, full of pride

And hatred, in the dark of your subconscious

Embedding blasphemy in my blood,

Tormenting your soul,

Woman juice in my teeth

Seeking the path to perdition

Night falls, and the only thing

You’ll see, traces of death,

Consumed by fire

Cruelty and greed, eat away

Your life, seeks to make,

Slave of the black church