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Programming "G.O.D."The invented facesYou fall on knees before them The book of a life Will learn you, where your stall Your cross on a breast Pice of shit which saves? You trust and ask Someone has answered you? No Christ, no saint No spirit, nopray No help, no remission No expiation, no save It"s matterialized space of terrestrial objects Under the control of program Sheeps have named it the G.O.D. Your acts are fixed You receive that has deserved Prays about a remission The program does not recognize ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! ERROR! Good Of Delirium! Good Of Delirium! Good Of Delirium! Good Of Delirium! |