they make bitter so bitter, of the well that we drink
with that poison three headed, root of all foul things
on each head it is written, call it Hate and Mistrust
Ignorance their young sibling, making poison the dust
little rat therein drowning, spoils our water supply
with a parasite gnawing, all the love from our mind
and a new gospel calling, our family to divide
along color and gender, and religion the line
now behold the wake
a tide foaming with hate
there lingering still
a thirst never fulfilled
a worm, standing 'fore me
a church, built on cruelty
and hate, all that they laud
for that, is its true god
all wounds, they prod with glee
revel, (in) its festering
behold, close as you come
the form, (of) the faceless one
ten thousand veils
gloomy and pale
obscuring itself
with endless wealth
ten thousand tongue laughing
twist, wicked and obscene, poison every virtuous thing
thousand faces scream
submit to cruelty, (or) spit upon the face of the fiend
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