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Eons of torture await us

A barren chasm of wailing

Where mortals are kept forever

Aimless scrambling to escape

Sleep with all your prayers

Of wealth and sick abundance

Hide behind your walls of greed and

foolish preachers

With crosses, you sing of

Worship and praise

Unknowing of what

Malignant forces you speak of

Arrogance seen

Disobedience paid by soul depletion

Alas the answer to your prayers emerges

A grim reality

Impossible not to hear them

You crumble at the sound

Of their thunderous weeping

Unwilling to save their hysterical audience