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Bastard's Chattelthe mindless cattle wandering in endless circlesnothing more than human chattel to serve this bastard's purpose life after death is just an illusion an empty promise for this life filled with pain and suffering with no absolution rigor mortis, tissue decay, insect manifestation eating away at his body in every direction the stench of his death totally overbearing dead and rotten, not yet forgotten, disease released and starting to spread a cancer to all of humanity scorned a crutch to the weak he became this bastard's son born to a deceitful whore leaving only a corpse in an unmarked, secret grave nothing more, yet they beg for more nothing more, yet they beg for more as ministers and sinners all toast their glasses getting drunk and saved off the blood of their master (bastard) their lives poisoned by lies so easily swallowed on the Sabbath living their lives by a lie that leads to their demise common sense buried long ago, never to arise a shackled society in fear, paralyzed the bastard's chattel never to open their eyes destined for failure and doomed to extinction Christiansanity infecting them all this scourge released by a dead and buried jew infected the mass of humanity disillusioned, now through a cancer to all of humanity scorned a crutch to the weak he became this bastard's son born to a deceitful whore leaving only a corpse in an unmarked, secret grave nothing more, yet they beg for more nothing more, yet they beg for more |