The Sermon to the Hypocrites
Behemoth
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O, ye whose future is in other hands! Foul feeders! Slipped, are ye on you excrement? Parasites! Having the world lousy, Imagine ye are of significance to Heaven I, who enjoy my body [I] would rather pack with wolves Than enter your pest - houses Sensation... Nutrition... Mastication... Procreation...! This is your blind - worm cycle Know ye of nothing further than your own stench? Heaven is indifferent to your salvation or catastrophe The sword - trust - not salve - I bring! Honest was Sodom! Your theology is a slime - pit of gibberish become ethics In your world, where ignorance and deceit constitute felicity Everything ends miserably - - Besmirched with fratricidal blood
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Written by: ADAM DARSKI
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