The Burning Question

The Burning Question

Are they really
that damn different?
Sharp as knives —
no goddamn shit.

Dumbfucks, Judas,
filthy clowns,
Rotten corpses,
deadmen’s gowns.

“Intellect”?
Just empty shells,
Teachers, pigs,
in living hells.

Soulless fruit,
rotted flesh,
Masks will drop,
no time to rest.

Fashion fools,
babbling lies,
Soulless freaks,
dead inside.

“Different?” Hell no —
All shit stew,
Mindfuck stew,
in poison brew.

Chains they sell,
all painted bright,
Slave to lies,
no end in sight.

Faith is puke,
Spirit’s curse,
Priests vomit,
worse and worse.

Feel the pain,
tear the veil,
Only sharp
will not fail.

Parasites feed,
on your fear,
Soulless sheep,
just puppets here.

Fake science,
fake gods lie,
Truth buried,
left to die.

Soul’s the spark,
Spirit’s fire,
Without it,
you’re just mire.

Mind trapped deep,
in filth and slime,
Bow down fools,
waste your time.

Dead flesh counts,
in Hell’s domain,
Monsters fight,
to keep you chained.

Buy their lies,
drown in shit,
You’re their prey,
perfect hit.

Filthy world,
full of shame,
One fierce question
burns their name:

Are they really
that damn different?
Ask it loud,
cut the shit.

Beasts can’t fool
your sharpened eyes,
Fake faiths die,
no more lies.

Chains of evil
bind the earth,
Believe their lies?
You’re worthless dirt.

Are they really
that damn different?
Your path’s fire,
your war to win it.

Hellspawn made
this rotten place,
Devil’s grip,
death’s cold embrace.

But Light cuts
through muck and scum,
Truth lives on —
pure and numb.

Spirit, Light,
only real,
Filthy liars
can’t conceal.

Wake the hell up,
break their spell,
Their time’s done —
raise some hell.

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