the world came into existance
and there arose a builder
his will was like water
his hands were of iron
and built a grand factory
where all his children would born
and become enslaved
lies are born and soldiers forged
recruitments of reassurance whores
its here we are made in my factory
poisoned with theistic plague
awaiting still their judgement day
its here we are made in my factory
the vicar sees them on their knees
praying to a nothing and their labor fuels his will
to spread his love for us all
but no they always say no
needles on the floor unlock the door to obedience
now spread his love for us all
lies have been born these soldiers are forged
these battalions of manniquins cannot be ignored
its here we are made in my factory
the jesuit cried their potential then died
and everything that followed is my beautiful crime
its here the faithful prayed in my factory
in these cyclic minds come hate to call me reprobate
but theyre always late its already done
manufacture malevolence
and the cycle of hate comes full circle
lies are born and soldiers forged
recruitments of reassurance whores
its here they are made in my factory
poisoned with theistic plague
awaiting still their judgement day
its here they are made in my factory
wove to serve the sinner king
and any blight that he may bring
its here you were made
in my factory see less

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