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To die from the fire all bow to the spires of hope
There’s no hope here, a poisonous queer dressed as a fish
He kisses his lovers, young boys on the altar
A church with no ears, that worships unfucked mothers
You’re losing your flock, dear – communion stops here, go home
The 9mm strikes, like sacks of potatoes they fall in the pit
The martyr’s stigmata, shaved head split grey steaming
You unmarried mothers, confess of your crimes
Business is booming, the meat grinder’s churning
Bleeding our mother, replacing nothing
So tell me the difference between a priest and a nazi
Well, one wears a dress, the other’s a child
Two thousand years of plunder can’t be undone in a day
As the twelfth hour draws near, our life blood flows away
A mighty heart is pounding, give us strength to strike them down
You’ll feel nothing, head down, don’t look around

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