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Come to me, ye lost and lonely
ye damned and dying
ye cold and broken.
I await with open arms.
Come to me, ye ******** and flying
ye doomed and drowning
ye wounded and hopeless.
My embrace is home.
There is a sort of salvation
in my domain;
while I offer no forgiveness
(fester in your sin, burn forever)
make no mistake.
Here, you are loved.
Unlike your Father
I accept and love you
not in spite of what you've done
but because of it.
This punishment
(eternal torment under a manic grin)
is of the most divine sort.
Oh, and don't forget
to say your prayers!
Our Father, who art a liar
hollow be thy name
for kingdoms burn
when will they learn?
On earth, it will be
arisen.
Give us this day
our daily head,
and lead us straight
into temptation.
For thine is the ashes,
the maggots and glory,
so long as you deliver our evil.
Amen.
- by Epic Irony |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 05/07/2013 |
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- Title: Father of Lies
- Artist: Epic Irony
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- Date: 05/07/2013
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