Gothic Retention

Catharcyst

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Bring us a sign, if you are real, Make us believe in you. I cannot see past the fact you're alone, when your own body, starts to feel cold.
(Where is he?) The imagination is nailed to the cross, wearing this crown of thorns.
Gothicize: dark and bleak, eternity.
Run your mouth on the book to deceive them: Slaughter the lambs. If you are real then don't put up with this: Slaughter the world.
(Too many Gods to choose from, Too many Gods). Shreds of doubt cut into your wrist, the makers blood on the floor.
Believe in a God, Pray to a God, Kneel to God. Fight for a God, Die for a God, God is Fake. Nuclear plague, Moria, new disease. Boughten with bribes, defcon 5, World War 3. Time to die, Your time is Up.
Deteriorate, religious filth. Soon we will flood, rest in peace.
What is the difference we're dead. What is the difference we're dead.