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Stigmata

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Tears of blood, drop from the eyes,
A virgin born, a life of lies,
A false messiah, false prophecy
Rises from sins and blasphemy
Messenger of faith - a lie between believers,
Impaled on cross - flesh to feed the crows,
Cult of the dead - unholy priests
Show us the marks - Stigmata!!!
Red blood from his hands,
Slowly drops, like a cold river
Cold river of vein, wounded soul,
Breathing the poisoned air.
Impaled on cross - foolish son,
Pathetically - begging for mercy,
His pure flesh - ragged by frosty winds,
Sky is getting darker,
Soon death comes.
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