Unholy sacrament
Light will turn to dark
oceans will turn red
leave now, all will be taken
leave tomrrow, you will be forsaken
burn the priest
burn him from his thrown
leave his soul to decay alone
bury the dead
burn the gods
society will turn
because all gods will burn
let the sick be sick
let the children be insaine
let the filthy be filthy
all will burn tonight
with no pray in sight
poem by Bobby Butterfield
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