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Bastards of the Devil
Climbing up from abyss,
born out of abomination
Not one of God's children
but one of Frankenstein's monsters
Your whole life is a blur,
soon you will be rotting in the earth
Inclined to do evil
of the bad seed your whole life is to violate what is sacred
No good,
the blood of cannibals runs in your veins
Never satisfied,
always hungry
Never content to stay in one place,
always roaming
Frankenstein's monster,
created in his image
Not Gods
You bare the curse of
a murderer
Innocent blood is what you delight
in shedding
As you killed Able
so you killed the Messiah
Murderers, liars, thieves,
vipers
You are of your father
the devil
One of his creations,
one of his abominations
Born as a bastard
out of the wedlock of forbidden sin
Not one of
Adams
Not a son of man
but the son of a demon
The tares are sown amongst
the wheat to corrupt all mankind
They are all Frankenstein's
monsters
