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Of morality

Cause I am the
The one
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And my wrath
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The one
I the flesh
And spill the

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Teaching the of their behavior
Fake instinct, thinking
Nothing's but the delusion,
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The one
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The one
I rape the
And spill the

I made to the dead
Sought in the forbidden

I stole the innocence of your
Got drunk by the of incest

purity on the wheel of pain
Satisfied my on the altar of perversions

But no matter the
I am the truth
no the crime
no matter the
I am the son

I made with the dead
pleasure in the forbidden

I stole the of your children
Got by the perfume of incest

I myself with the blood of the innocence
your babies in my obscenity

I my fantasies with lifless corpses
my lust to blood and suffering

But no the crime
I am the truth
No the crime
I am the son

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The one
I raise my
And my wrath
I am the
The one
I rape the
And spill the
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