False prophet with false prophecies.
With your tounge of fire you push others to their knees.
but I want you to know that you're not my king.
But I don't believe and when you're dead I won't grieve.
Crush whats holy with your fear of love.
False prophet. feed off the weak, tread on the meek.
And you desecrate my temple, my sanctuary.
But I wont believe and when you're dead I won't grieve.
I won't kneel to you.
You're not a god and if there's a choir for your praise then I won't sing.
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