Here he comes as you pray Like shot lambs you crawl Here he comes as you pray Oh, shot lambs now fall Hear him breathe as you pray His tongue licks your palms Feel him seduce when you pray There 's oralsex in his psalms All the seeds that you have planted Upon Trinity Fields And those crops that thrive inside of you Grow like thorns through your praying hands Hear him scream as you pray The cold father and sin Feel his soft and sick tongue Lick your christian skin There's a ruin in the heart of this plain A rose that withers and dies So leave the fields and join the insects Join the lord of flies
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