Yeah!

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Washed upon the shore of righteousness

Without a chance to breathe.

Husks of shallow men

With plenty of dirt on their hands

Began the consummation

Dragging bodies to the shrine of the almighty

Prepared to drink the blood of the sacrificed

No rescue is coming for them

It's too late

It's too fucking late

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Is this the grace you asked for?

The forgiveness for your sins?

Or is this the path set upon you?

Told it was your own, but it never was

Lights raining down from the heavens

But they don't illuminate, they just eliminate

Torrents of blood that was once your own

Litter the soil of their faith

With your fate (With your fate)

In your hands

There's nothing you can do but

Rot or rebuild

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Thrown into a windowless chamber

Their bodies; aching and contorted

The atmosphere has changed

Reality is setting in

They swore this was salvation

But it feels like a grave

Every word they ever fed you

Was designed to make you obey

Obey

Decay

Become the fucking mold they crave

Choose your end

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Is this the grace you asked for?

The forgiveness for your sins?

Or just a cage you learned to worship

While they buried you within?

Lights raining down from the heavens

But they don't illuminate, they just eliminate

Torrents of blood that was once your own

Litter the soil of their faith

With your strength (your strength)

And your fate (your fate)

In your hands

You still can

Rot or rebuild

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