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Religion stillborn, why do you still follow it's words?
Christianity, the plague spreads, spreads like slut's legs, spreading its diseases, priests must be killed, hanged from their own entrails,

Rape their daughters, their son is to be born into his fathers church, murder, glorious murder !
Murder, glorious murder !

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