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As the madman we all know who writhed on a crucifix
I too have been sacrificed by death and her tricks
Pursue the grail to make a wish and drink from the goblet of gore
Souls are but small giblets please death care for more?
In my anger ten more pills shall I gather seven hills?
Lock the horns into place call upon the human race
And I would pray: bitch which art in heaven above hallowed be thy name
Thy violence come mayhem be done on Earth as it has in Rome
Give us this day our daily gore forgive us for being poor
Cause maybe if we pay enough we can wield upon the whore!
I met an alter side of myself he said I don't know all but I'm learning
I'm tired of quiet revolution I feel a violent yearning
So gather your masses be masters of your fate
Be all that you sow there is war in the shadows I am the master of hate

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