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infidel

seekers of lust and delusion,

why do you carry on so?

do you wish so fiercely death upon your brow?

and were death enough you'd be the fool,

but damnation eternal as well?

Coward that you are,

weak and slight in stature,

foolish as a newborn babe

though mired in sin a child is, by nature, not

such mysteries will never be revealed to you,

infidel

Iesu flevat

what child's cries that haunt you in your slumber?

murdered flesh from womb untimely ripp'd.

What delights you take, to tear your soul asunder,

blubbering before Him in your judgement at your death

do you think He lights your path,

in your insolence and greed?

as you pray in abstract to the Demiurge you know?

coveting His flesh into your palm like a beggar

you think He looks upon you with a heart free from contempt?

you fool!