Filthy beggers(?), hypocrites, christ.
All you say is lies, contradicting everything, trying to change...(?)
Who are you to judge what I have seen for what you have known.
You know nothing, nothing, of what it's like.
My new little incests, running around, scattering.
Gathering food for the beast.
The beast which I have long since accepted as being a false prophacy.
You take a weak man on a stick and turn him into a God.
Lies spew from your mouth.
throwing those who dare to question you, throwing them away.
Leaving them behind, letting them die.
We are the tortured souls.
We are here to confess.
Confess of how full of shit you really are.
We are the chosen few.
We are the beginning.
We are the end.

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