The False Prophet Thy Art Is Murder

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Behold the beast arises from the depths of Hell
Sent forth to harvester the Christians
And lead them to a kingdom of evil away from their God

Before you stands a man but beneath the flesh
Stands a worthless creation
Mortal slaves, forced to serve they pray to God
Hoping he will forgive their sins
And save them from damnation
And save them from damnation
The art of deception serves the prophet well
Gathering gods' servants like lambs to the slaughter
Turning them against their lord, they will march against their creator

Fuck your god

I stand before you
Calling out your god
I am the prophet
Speaking in serpents tongue

Before you stands a figure, but beneath its shell
Stands a false prophet disguised by shadows
A servant to the dark lord, brought upon this earth to destroy humanity
Servants of God converted by the words of the dark serpent
Driven by hate and vengeance, betraying their messiah

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