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Unchain me from this ‘destiny’

Cut me free with blasphemy

Reality is the remedy

Born with sin: therefore circumcision

Irony of the natural therein

‘He who believes in [Fear] will live, even though he dies.’

Blind faith creates the world your god decides

Note this moment of unholy decree

I killed god, and god killed me

Look to my eyes; I am what you despise

The darkness within opens relative sin

Tune out the echoes of the sehnsucht inculcated

Scattering the words of a message manipulated

Fortunate death; the mind it shall rot

Weep we shall not; nihilistic is the intrinsic

Be what you are, instead of licking the wounds of your saviour

Quicksand consciousness

From curious to beseeched

Underneath

Thou Shalt lies deceit

A sacred No marks the transformation complete