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I judge you a heretic

A man without faith

You are less than human

The gates of heaven are banned

You will bleed

and your bones shall be broken

The torturer's hands

they never seem to shake

And his instruments

they are sharp and clean

They shall tear apart

your aching body now

And your screams won't be heard

They won't be heard

Our faith is perfect

you cannot deviate

from our flawless apprehension

and our pure mysteries

We're the arbiters of knowledge

and you must follow our lead, or burn!

Flames shall now embrace you

Kiss your tortured flesh

You shall inhale black smoke

that will scorch your insides

Our flames shall devour you

Purify your thoughts

You’ll regret your actions

and die in exquisite pain

The smell of burning flesh

and the screams of anguished men

Ecstasy! Ecstasy!

We revel in ecstasy!

The screams of anguished men

and the smell of burning flesh

Ecstasy! Ecstasy!

We revel in ecstasy!

I am the Pope

and your screams are orgasmic