the drink that fucking ponce stirs
contains diluted gods and monsters
so i snatch it off him and down it
the bastard son of beelzebub? i'll crown it
i'm here to fuck the believers of lies right up
morons searching for a mythical silver cup
that christ might have eaten an ostrich egg out of
and dunked his toast soldiers into
because i doubt this shit you say i doubt god?
don't like the place i've brought original sin to?
i care nothing for your dogma and your bible learning
when all that matters to you is what you're earning
you could twist your soul around any corner in existence
yet you call me evil because i mount some resistance?
go and run away, i promise you're flogging a dead horse
like poirot you say it's hitler's corpse of course
i knew this was a nazi-headfuck of concentration camp proportions
you slick the floor with red as you lie about abortions
and i know that this is all as false as accepted truth ever was
and when i ask you why you just say because
what a let down, what a get out clause, what a cheat
doesn't it give you pause for thought and an urge to retreat?
the putrefaction of the world at your corrupting touch?
to ask you to kill yourself, would that be too much?

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