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I am a spider,

The missing letter in your alphabet,

A leafless tree growing from a corrupted seed.

If I was a lighter,

You'd be my cigarette,

Sit back and watch the ashes slowly bleed.



Give a pyromaniac the light of God, and he'll set

himself ablaze,

Give an angel the darkness of Satan, and this putrid

planet will become a perpetual maze.

Give a hopeless human the weight of the world, and

witness Zion begin to fall,

Give a vulnerable virgin the burden of the true

answers, and watch her struggle to crawl.



Everything was bottled up into nothing when something

blew it away,

Everybody was labeled as a nobody when somebody led

them astray.

Your once upon a time beginnings are no more, the

pages are slowly bending,

Your fairy tale has turned into a tragedy; when you

give up your ghost, there will be no storybook, happy

ending.



You came looking for Heaven, but you found something

to a lower degree,

You came looking for God, but you only found me.



You spell God with a D, E, V, I, L,

And when you pray to Him, you are only talking to

yourself every night.

You wake up in the morning to return to your living

Hell,

You look for help, but are blinded by the all powerful

One's shining light.



The church is no more than the House of Lies,

The Bible is the best fiction book ever written.

You're gonna drown in your tears, because God isn't

there to answer your cries,

If only Jesus knew, He would become panic-stricken.



The priest is a liar,

The pope is a whore.

There is no need to worry about getting burnt by

Satan's cold fire,

The term "Heaven" is simply an idea...nothing more.



I put my cross down on my corrupted and unstable

shelf,

I went out to try to find God, but I ended up only

finding myself.



I am a firefly

Who got caught in your twisted net,

A heartless hero with frigid soul.

If I was a passerby,

You'd be the one I never met,

As I was falling deeper and deeper down your black

hole.



Tell a liar the truth, and he'll bury himself alive,

Tell a sinner he's pure, and see how long he'll be

able to survive.

Tell a believer that he has been fed unlimited lies,

and he'll sell his soul to Satan after committing a

sacrificial suicide,

Tell a deceiver to feel free to cause as much chaos as

he desires, and marvel at the evil glow that will form

in his eyes.



Nothing was transformed into everything when something

fucked things up,

Nobody had become everybody when somebody drank from

the golden cup.

Your Our Father's and Hail Mary's are obsolete, the

Heavens are slowly descending,

Your nightmare has turned into reality; now its time

to design your own sad ending.



You came looking for Heaven, but clear skies you did

not exactly see,

You came looking for God, but you only found a mirror

and the reflection tells the rest of this story.



You spell God with a S, A, T, A, N,

And when you pray to Him, you are simply wasting your

time.

You wake up in the morning to relive this atrocious

cycle once again,

The only thing the church gives back to us is some

stale bread and cheap, bloody wine.



Your tomb is no more than your womb to be reborn,

Th church is merely the House to Sin out loud.

How can you know the answers when your page is already

torn?

If only Jesus knew, he would be shaking in fear on his

tiny protective cloud.



The priest is a sinner,

The pope is a slut so evil and dark.

The layers of Hell are only getting thinner,

The word "Heaven" is nothing more than the name of

Disney's next amazing theme park.



I placed my cross among the rubble and debris,

I went out to try and find the answers, but I only

found a golden crown and me.