Working title. Just finished it today. Still a rough draft. Enjoy.
"Xerox/Deicide"
Hold to the iron rod.
Trust me, I shall not lead you astray.
We are the right, the light to cleanse you of your wrongs.
The fact remains.
You are living sin, my child.
Wallowing in evil, your enlightenment draws near.
Though we are without proof to back our cause.
We are not above accusing you of having it all wrong.
Humanity does not equal uniformity.
Do you truly believe salvation will come
When you Xerox your beliefs?
This means war.
Heathens and devils consumed by holy flame.
Though they look like men, their horns are merely concealed.
This is worth death.
Eliminating the enemies of God.
Righteous deliverance distributed by bombs.
While these innocents could very well be our distant brethren.
If they disagree with us, their mortal lives are forfeit.
Chorus
You disgust me, Planet Earth.
With every person you convert, every child needlessly slain.
You slit your own throats. You betray the very soul of faith.
You are driving God insane.
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