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Tell me all the things you want

I shall prove myself among the wise

I have failed you

Grant my wish I beg of thee

For I have done all the deeds you have asked of me

That whimpering wretched whore who birthed your adversary

I retrieved her head and mutilated every last remain

The blood of the innocent I have spread with no fucking remorse

How dare you interfere my monumental wake

Forever keep these words from my mouth

I will become the father of lies

Oh, the father of lies

I will become the father of lies

Oh, the father, of, lies

Holiest of holy, I ensure your crucifixion

Enlighten me O noble one of your mendacity

Give me the clearest view of your so-called commonwealth

We are your foes, annihilators of the sky

Limb from limb

The rites are carved into your forehead

Limb from limb

Engorged into your psyche

Limb from limb

I smell the decrepit stench of your demise

Limb from limb

Humanity will be destroyed

My pro-creator I have warned thee of my prophecy

Until that day, stand your fucking ground

My pro-creator, stand your fucking ground

My pro-creator, stand your fucking ground

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