Hour of Penance - Sedition Through Scorn

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Feast on the blood of the weak
certainty of salvation, i refuse for i was born
unbound
with the savior’s blood i wash my hand
swearing to god sedition scourged king of none
a god in a shell of flesh every fallen god
deserves a crown of thorns above his head
Sedition Through Scorn
Redemption of worms
flesh of my flesh blinded servitude of lambs
people subjugated to commandments
lies conceived to desecrate them
laws crawling from above
on the followers of the deprecated doctrine