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Morbid Superchrist

No Idea where I do begin

See so many things need a change

Uncertain if I lose or win

deliverance seems out of range

 

Your human-ignorance caused to be sick

take advantage from Philanthropist

A new wall of rage arise, brick by brick

Don’t play this evil game. Dumb Satanist

 

But to late, find myself feel malicious joy

A Sin or necessary Satisfaction ?

Whatever I try, cant remove innervoid

The old curse of a recurrent seduction

 

Blessed are all the innocent

and Blessed are all the gentle

Reward  by more abstinence

Draw on her sentimental

 

The Betrayer get off scot-free

Advantage for the evil breed

Can’t be help for humanity

Evil breed spread more evil seed

 

I will Fight till the deadly end

Your Distrust caused My hands are tied

Deserve the coming punishment

Advice resist ! I’m sick and tired

 

Very hard to deny the arrogance

Superiority feels like an ill.

You can’t talk with others about something

You feel emptiness and lost your own will.

Geschrieben von winne007 [Profil] am 08.12.2013

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