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Recite our gospel Catechist of our crux Give them their daily bread like deaths miasmatic gems Guide them to Babylon and back, at the dawn of Eve's sin
goats are inseminating their wifes With semen mixed with VX gas Genocide weapons created miasmatic black sky End of fucking sanctified lives Tempestuous
That this day would finally come Miasmatic air is what is left to fill our lungs The soil turned infertile And dying trees to decorate the scenario
Short, writhing goat legs tiny creatures spat forth by the monstrosity Consumed into the miasmatic form or escape to some monstrous life elsewhere.
«You're not our father You marasmic worthless prick! Your miasmatic law is sick» The blood of those angels boiling in my veins I need to inject it to take
Evil invades. A miasmatic mist of invisible waves. Blind veneration Lust for temptation Feeding on our grace.
fog, pandemic disease! Miasmatic nightmare… evil sickness polluting the air… Black poison in the air, consuming all… Miasma of Death! Bubonic outbreak,
screaming And my mother's voice is far The miasmatic chugging Of my hometown's hunger surrounds me And it cuts me, and it fucks me And I hate it, but it loves
biological eradication. Human vectors of transmission chanting blame unto the heavens. Rapidly spreading profane wholesale pandemonium. Miasmatic warfare
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