naked and pale are your words of salvation 

drowned in fake presence , forever 

a feeble atempt to evoke a reality 

blindfolded from life , death haunts you down 



injected by fear and created words 

the hands of God strangles you 

inhale his guidance , bow before him 

obey , serve , adapt and die 



mirror images of God 

preaching 

deformed imaginations 

accepted 



gathered throats , religiously cut 

"marionettes kneel , question not" 

stillborn sons , baptized 

with empty eyes staring towards heaven 



alike his words you?ll never be 

stigmata wounds you?ll never see 

thy precious horde will die with thee 

everlasting flames , purgatory , burn with me .....