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Crucified Humiliation

by Posthumous Blasphemer

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Raped morals are presented to us Not to trust - means torture Gorge them the adherents of the new doctrine Use the fruits of the victims of the incest Not to trust - means torture Not to trust - means eternal death The descendants of the fratricide and those Who considered that they are the prophets and the sacrificers. The pus of envy saturates doctrine. The ulcers of the ignorance cover The stiffed with cold Holy Trinity's corpse. The worship of the Christian idols will still Hold in fear the condemned minds. The religious don't see the voice This image is a predatory monster. Not to trust - means torture Not to trust - means eternal death Not to trust - means torment Not to trust - means suffering. This voice is a vile gritting. The claws scratch your soul to the blood, The gritting makes you mad at nights. "Are you with me? Or did you betray me?" What does he look like? What is his voice like? Confide to the sacrificers - they are his servants But no slaves as you are. Just like this the "all-knowing" and the "fair" Is presented: Who is not with him - Is the one who is against him The circulation under the lash of the "truth" The fear behind the invisible chastiser. Having invented such a monster, The sacrificers killed all doubts about his existence
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Human fear - as a way of existence Foment of slave's instincts where's the Truth and where's the false? Who gives the right to take of human souls? The spread of religion leads to the logical end of the civilization. Give them yourself and your children You merit it They know how to manage it Give them yourself and your children. Like predators people eat each other Due to religious prejudice. Reading "clever" books everyone sees Guiding principles how to live. Give them yourself and your children You merit it They know how to manage it Give them yourself and your children. Acting's struggle, acting 's war Kill the unfaceful and find the rescuing, The holly profit is boundless. Give them everything and die destitute and happy, Kill your enemies for the inanely ideas, Proclaim the fathers of church the God on Earth. Gregarious feeling stir up in the mind Impossible to resist The lost of healthy understanding. Unwillingness to put under a doubt imposed values The right way to suicide.
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Blindness hides the eyelids, darkness absorbs sensible mind Through religious fog nothing can be seen The brain clamps a vice controlled by skilful hands. Each day they compress stronger. A loop of unlawfulness twists your throat Conscience hangs over the lash - you don't belong to yourself Where is your will? Where is your pride? Where is your power? Where are your feelings? To give in "the right influence" once, To stand on the "true" way Heard "the try words" you become blind, you become deaf. What do you need your own mind for when the orders Of how to exist in this world are given to you? Perceiving personal charge in existence Goes without saying, the feeling of the guilt appears To somebody's death through the execution All this makes your blood to get cool in the veins The feeling of envy gives rise to hatred And this hatred's to the wrong people. Suffocation changes the breath The loop is ready to heal on the neck, Blindness hides the eyelids, darkness absorbs sensible mind If by accident you say "no". The vice is ready to smash your brain, The mute scream has struck the inflamed reason, The infinite agony torments the flesh, Hopelessness devours the rest of consciousness Doomed victim becomes the greatest misconception of humanity. Possessed by this idea.
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The confinement at the stony basements of monasteries Tongue is cut off and eyes are burned by heated iron The beating up by the rods within an inch of death The Roman Catholic Church eliminates its enemies and rivals. Wounded pontific's pride brings destruction, Extracts ex-fellows nails. The vicious mockery at their corpses Thrown down to the cesspit after the outrage. The struggle for the Holy See dictates its own methods of survival Plots, poisoning, assassinations Nothing can stop the one who's longing for the church power. Tiara permitted with blood is waiting for the next owner, Debuty Christs on Earth hide their true faces Behind religious prejudice of their victims. They are canonized Decaying from venereal deceases Esteem the rotting sadomit! Pray for his stinking soul! Pontific becomes the god Naming himself the prince of princes, The sovereign of the sovereigns, The king of the bishops, The judge of mere mortals. Paranoia convinces to look for the enemies The waiting of the treachery convinces to go to extreme. Distorted corpses of the enemies Undergoing an exhumation and posthumous accusation.
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Darkness in your eyes becomes the light But this light is death, your death, after which All hopes broke, fragmentating souls Which bleed from hopelessness Self torture as a pass to the under world. Beats of lash insulting of the surrounding Execution on the eyes of the crowd And as a result burning of the compassion After which the faith seize The admitting of the only "needed" information Convincing to turn into the "true" life Doesn't mean which way The death of the bearer of the faith Is their aim. Devastating the hearts, wringing out Till the last drop of the will and desire to live They take the next victim to the execution. The threat of the eternal mockery will cool the doubt mind! The babies absorb a poison of the clericalism Are ill with Christianity up to death The plague of all times came to you The Christian necrophilists make you shiver Brushing away the dirty web from the dead monster They try to extract the seed of fear Which will translate them in a rank Of the super people The others are pleased to humiliations and the abilities to be slaves.
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You pay the look to him The end of flours will be put with a pray. The hope fed by the suffering, by the blood and by the tears Should not turn to ashes. The exhausted body waits for the rest. The inflamed eyes are about to close forever. But all over again ask for mercy, ask for quick death. Requests burn down in the fire of stillness, Prays shatter about the rock of indifference. The pain continues to run into the inflamed consciousness. Pending the answer, pending the understanding, Pending the sympathy. All this convinces to pull up the breath. To listen to the emptiness. You lose your patience repeating the pray Words go nowhere, The scars of uncertainty start to bleed, The wounds of uncertainty become inflamed, Release the pus. Full of wrath Again and again. Where is the one you are calling for? Why does he make you to suffer? Turning himself into an experimental creature. You expected to find a rescue Having transformed life in real hell You expected the beyond the grave compensation Obeying mad ideas, the self-sacrifice has Mutilated your body The will to grasp the throne and to dominate Lead to the public execution.
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Reckless and criminal crusade is ready to start Ardent and martial pontific's speech All who's going to liberate the church of the god Receive the crown of thorns and full absolution The blood riches the knees of crusaders sitting astride The worship of a minute to the sacred coffin After which the murders resume Fanaticism and superstition on which the clergy is speculating Mothers throttle their babies in a frantic silence The husbands stab their wives "The God wants it". Destruction of the cities, burning of the houses, extermination of the citizens Suicide becomes the only alternative. The mass suicide for the sake of influence of the Christian doctrine. Turning to "humane" religion with the aid of brutal violence The more blood will shed, the richer will the Clergy be You sow death in the name of the sacred crucifixion The ruthless fanatics with crosses on their shoulders Chopped the kids apart, convincing mothers to drink their blood Hanging the innocent victims on the hooks they jeer at the corpses The God wants it! In the name of the liberation of the sacred coffin!

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released August 10, 2005

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