Hard and strenuous is the fate of whom
Searches something that he can't ever reach, cult
Punishment for the masses
Infinite grinding anguish
Once in the storm you'll be filled by the coils
Of a mishearing rule of the unwise
Lost in the haze of illusory prayers
You are forced to inhale your despair, cult
Prejudice made pretence segregation of the law
Gorgons and preachers, pour themselves in deadly pits
Shiver of an ultimate all-damnation in the storm
Your impatience to reach an incoherence facing fear
Samned by assentence to something unmerciful
Full with pain of chocking obstinate and dreadful sins
Humiliating your failing god,
Exorcism of seed of madness is lost
In the depths of your pain
Morbid anthems of decaying purity, cult
Indoctrination's striding
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