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Thou blind god, what have you done? choke back upon vomit that is your creation surrounded by filth you will die alone thou cripple, thou fool, thou abomination miscarriage only is world that you begot a failure of an abortive being in your own eyes it will die and rot the stench of your children unfeeling it disintegrates in your own hand see your mistake and tremble in fear the purity you boast is just excrement of your indolence and mind blear I heap the blasphemies upon your head as myriads of gluttons by you blessed kneel in a lie, begging for bread begging for flesh, by you caressed you heap riches into their purses though you know their devotion is lie in lie you rejoice, you love the curses that beneath the prayers you espy watch your flock prosper and revel wallow in mud, as you spit in their faces for them of gold is made your sever and your iniquities are divine graces
