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The pain, the suff’rin’, bloody butcherin’ of righteous religious wars!
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, taxfree golden cash-cow cartels.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, taxfree paedophile cartels.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the senseless slaughter of righteous religious wars!
Post prayers and mass, so called Gods laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Post prayers and mass, with Gods popes laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Same as it ever was, us against haughty ivory-tower nobility.
Post prayers and mass, with Gods “they” laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, fronting A paedophile cartel.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, front (for)A paedophile cartel.
I scoff at your Gods and your beliefs, all the bloodshed they have caused.
I scoff at your Gods and your beliefs, for the bloodshed they have caused.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the heinous wrath of righteous religious wars.
Post prayers and mass, Gods wicked/cruel/empty laugh at the prole’s adversity.
Post prayers and mass, “they” surely laugh at the prole’s adversity.
An obedient flock, good little sheep, all useless braindead eaters.
Say your prayers, defend the Faith and exalt/extol your “God given” leaders.
All high and mighty preachin’ pious hate/bile/ire from Bethels built of blood.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the righteous rage and countless religious wars.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the righteous spite and countless religious wars.
The pain, the suff’rin’, the heinous hate of righteous religious wars.
All high and mighty preachin’ pious wrath from Bethels built of blood.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, hide A paedophile cartel.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, feed A divine cash cartel.
blood-suckin’ cartel
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, A for profit cash cartel.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, a wicked divine cartel.
In the name of peace, in the name of love, convert or be condemned.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, slay til the glorious end.
The pain, the suff’rin’, righteous rancour and countless religious wars.
High and mighty preachin’ pious/God-fearin’ hate from Bethels built of blood.
High and mighty preachin’ pious/God-fearin’ hate from buildings built of blood.
All high and mighty preaching their hate from buildings built of blood.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, kill/slay til the glorious end.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, until the glorious end.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, until the bitter end.
Tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord, no profits(prohet’s) should it end.
Post prayers and mass, “they” surely laugh at the prole’s gullibility.
Same as it ever was, us against haughty, ivory-tower nobility.
Same as it ever was, them against us chained with naivety.
Same as it ever was, them against us bound/chained by (our) naivety.
Same as it ever was, for those at “the top”, deflecting all culpability.
The suffering masses their empty hands a rewarding well-planned burden.
The suffering masses their empty hands another well-planned burden.
After prayers and mass, “they” surely laugh, at the prole’s gullibility.
The struggling masses living hand to mouth stable futures far from certain.
The struggling masses living hand to mouth happy futures far from certain.
The tortures and slaughters in the name of the Lord too much to comprehend.
Beggin’ copper coins from the destitute: fill Sunday’s collection plate.
Golden coffers brimmin’ ill-gotten gains: drive the wheels of war and hate.
Beg the poor for copper coins on the collection plate,


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