Of Weakness and Cowardice

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We provide the rich ones with joy And they offer pain as a gift to us While they stroll happyly in their new cars Hundreds of people are dying in hospital files We plant - thay harvest We work - they earn We pray - they're heard Cause the church is on their side It's a burghers's association That feeds itself on our death And on our life of suffering Cursed be all of you Soon this triumph will escape from your hands For He is coming The fair horned god who was exiled from heaven There is no amount of richness That can subornate Him And He will feast Himself With the riches' flesh cause it's softer And He'll inebriate Himself With the riches' blood caus it's sweeter And His dessert will be The riches' souls eternally imprisoned into Him We plant - thay harvest We work - they earn We pray - they're heard The feast divine

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025

Millions of lives being threatened Earth in flames, people crushed This is the future we learned to fear But in which we're already living People are using their minds for their Own destruction, exchanging it for The cursed paper that rules men Who never knew what's like to see Thri families being devastated By ignorance and corruption High society living in the greatest abundance Spending money in absurd mediocrities While entire populations die in confusion Without at least knowing why Pain - people are crushed Hate - families crying Death - lost souls Torture - irrecognizable corpses True reality

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025