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Conquering the "holy"

Your life's been crushed upon the wings of angels, 

Lies melt your mind, like flames to candles.

You think you're doing good for the world, 

yet you're rotting under the sign of your lord.

When confronted, holiness is your mask,

For behind closed doors, in evil you bask,

hypocrisy rules your every word,

filled with lies, completely absurd.

These vengeful thoughts, they overwhelm me,

my hatered and anger burn uncontolably,

I must set out and battle the "holy,"

Deminish them all, conquer without mercy.

I'll use all my rage and nothing less,

To end your life in a bloody mess,

I'll take my chains, and let them fall,e

upon yout filth infected skull,

You'll beg and pray, but its no use,

around your neck, I'll slip a noose,

I'll kick the bucket, and watch you squirm,

proud we are free of another germ.

I'll slice the throught of this pathetic being, 

the "holy" bloodflow is all I am seeing,

above this vile mess I stand, 

proud and satisfied, with sword in hand.

I stare into those lifeless eyes,

discusting, revolting, and filled with lies,

I spit hatered and rage on this pitifull mess

pleased to see, there is now one less.

I begin the hunt, to find the rest,

to remove them all, is the goal I set,

when I rid this filth from our land,

Victory and pride, together we'll stand.

Conquering the "holy" is now my mission, 

So I've gathered an army who shares my vision.

Together we march, an unstopable force,

prepared to slay them with no remorse.

Forward we march, as a vengeful band,

Fury and rage guide our hand,

Victorious and proud, in the end we will stand,

for the "holy" will perish, under my command.