The faith that I have is morbid
Like jackal's hunger
When I see carrion
I burn impaled with my entrails
Bursted
The mark in the bodies
The devil has touched'em
My ignorance condemned'em
Tattooed with ice in hell
Burned with the dark one's seal
Hidden in fear of religion
Why you don't see
The cross
What the demon put on you
That blasphemous scar
Impregnated in your breath
The liquid in your veins is gray
Even before your death
You've been cursed
With the hidden mark under
Your ragged clothes
I feel repugnance
For that stains
In your imperfect skin
The creator's grace
Is in my being
That's why I plant fear at cross

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