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Roots of my soul temptated

Eyes burned with rusty-glass needles.

Jail walls are so hard

Fangs dissolved by fake belief.

The try

To steal

The minds

Of ourselves.

Frustration

Emanation

In wounds

Of laughing lamb.

True God

Was gone

Eternity

Ago.

Replaced

By fake

Saint corpse

We adore.

As slaves we borns

As worms we crawls and burns.

Let's celebrate our chains

No more no less remains.

Distorted bell

Sounds for God.

It knows smell

Of blade in blood.

Betrayer God behind

And from inside I died.

Internal suicide

The realm of morbid mind.