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Woe to the meek

Their future so bleak

Turning the other cheek

Suffer the fools

God's righteous tools

Their jowls dripping drool

For so long you have lived

In the shadow of oppression

On your knees, praise to thee

Sing along without question

Sacrosanct words of filth

Mumbled with righteous passion

On your feet, follow me

Manifesto of ascension

Come in reverence of the cross

Come, my brethren, illuminate the flock

At the end of the day

You can kneel, you can pray

You can choose to be a slave

Such is the ruse

Such is the cost

Of the fools for the cross

On your feet

Follow me

Manifesto of ascension