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oh where is your great divine king
oh holy wizard come set them free
all God's anointed say he's only sleeping
while rejoicing in his shit factory your myth
blessed aren't those who worship the myth
they'll persecute you when you're down
I see the lies rise within their banter
don't talk just rejoice and execute

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all death prophets fold but won't conceal it
sinking robot's vampire stone
I shall exit them with blissful iron
prison surgery and a cryptic skin jar

prick master zoo storm clowns

don't let their staring
clouds bring you down

©2014, Timothy James Swenson