Entrapped from Malice by Altered Perceptions

Run away from this land, the grass is dead and cement lays where trees would stand.
What kind of higher power would ever permit this.
Put us on display on the crucifix
Legends say he will black out the sun, and his legion will leave all humans hung.

I stayed in the black , there's something lurking.
A state of desecration that is unforeseen by a wise eye.
A creature that feeds on our hatred.

Streets will be littered with the entrails
Sewers will run with our blood.

Disgusting human waste, do not recreate.
His legion will leave all humans hung.
Succumb

To the lord of infinity , drowned the bastard as a proper offering.
To our true lord death.
Eternity is weighing against us.

We hope for a god of salvation , we pray to the wrong deity.

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