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The trick Thaumaturgist will bless

Psuedo-Cannibalist redemption ritual

Empty flesh vessel filled with false hope

Freedom forfeited before it's inception

Rigid scripture for the idiot

Paper thin solace for the weak

Fear is the catalyst for your faith

Fear and an impotent rage

Your holy words my rolling paper

Your redemption a mind abduction

Your salvation as solid as vapor

Dissipates like the mirage it is

Now the serpent coils around your ankles

Dragging you under

Eyes gleam, hands flail for a savior

Your core torn asunder