DramaJester - Death Of God's Will With

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Machine... I will cut you down Break you apart Splay the gore of your profane form Across the stars! I will grind you down until The very sparks cry for mercy! My hands shall relish Ending you... Here and now! Power born of the faith Shall not falter to assaulters Of the father's way! Weapon smelted in sin Single-minded, to be blinded By the seraphim Your thirst, unending... Limbo and lust... Defiled in your wake Anything but just! My duty has called In god i trust Ashes to ashes... Rust to rust! Hatred... Tempered and pure Forged in fires of the pyres For the sinners who'd abjure A rage you can't endure Curing the plague Scourging layers of hell Ensuring my shame Is a tale they won't tell Dare disgrace the divine? Your existence: a crime Reprobate by design It's the end of the line! Guide my blade O, lord! my aid! Halt their crusade...! This imitation Of a soul Shall tremble before A heavenly toll Witness the pinacle Of the devote Righting his wrongs And snuffing the doubt Father, forgive me! For my defeat It was a mistake i will not repeat! Lend me your strength! Let metal rend See this object to its end Amen Monster nourished through pain Why does your steel Still make me feel This surging in my veins? From high I've never strayed So why does the light Of where i draw might Further flicker and fade? Tore down my splendor Dragged me below That humiliation Won't be let go Repent with your life And let sanguine flow I shall take pleasure In killing you slow Answers not found through prayer If god's will Demands you're killed How can you dare still spread despair?! Why would a fiend be spared? Baring my soul out for all to see Therein lies choice never chosen by me Stare down hatred distilled Mockery of a breath You'll be ravaged until The atoms beg for death Animal! Fangs bared, to maul Come paint these halls! If you want blood It's blood you'll get! You'll drown in your own When judgement is met Show me the killer That i faced before For you're not the only one Starving for gore They'll say "apostasy" I, "revelation" For finding feeling Beyond a damnation If there's a power Residing on high Let my devotion Be first to defy D i e ! Twice?! Beaten by an object... twice! I've only known the taste of victory... But this taste... is- Is this my... blood? I've never known such... such... Relief? I- i need some time to think... We will meet again, machine May your woes be many... And your days few...
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