My lying and dearly behated
your desires now seem wasted
ravaged by the prying eyes
would you ever dare retry

your messiah reeks of greed
my belief is what he needs
seeking that which should be given
do you see where you've been driven

hungry sucklings sniffing dirt
find yourself an empty skirt
a pair of legs with space between
hope your sins can be redeemed

twitching poochies with no master
could you hasten and die faster
filthy grounds you fill with tears
bring displeasure to my ears

abominations with no will
you shall soon be laying still
once I step forth with my jaws
ridding you of all your flaws

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