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Your god is dead.
Your hands are soaked in blood.
You liar.
Youre charged with death.
Murder of whats pure.
Perverted God for a fallen youth.
Theyll follow every single word you say.
Youre charged with death.
Sell you soul, sell your god.
Hide from all, who are you.
The taste of gold, tastes just like blood.
You murderer.
Killed all my hope.
Murdered everything.
Innocence lost.
Theres no turning back.
I question every single word you say.
Now youll never be able.
To buy back what youve lost.
Has it ever been worth it.
Will it ever be worth it for you.
One, eight, seven.
Murder in the first degree.