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Consume The Forsaken Christ, the time has come for your ending. Do not look at us for mercy For you are the one who should not be pitied. Your ignorant teachings disgust me And the stench of your sermons still reeks from your pores I despise you, yet I once envied you. Your god given right, abused and mistreated As though it were a gift for any simple man When its power could reshape the face of creation And exalt a new race of life free from imperfection. This existence was a mistake. And in the middle of the holocaust You committed a rebellion in direct treason. For your existence is worthless And to correct the aberrations you've made Your subsistence will be shunned Into the furthest reaches of infinite darkness Where you will await your final conclusion. The one you call father will be there To abolish the remnants of your soul. Christ, the time has come for your ending. Do not look at us
