All of the bullshit that you say holds no fucking ground. Eyes raped wide open. The veil of ignorance that you wear so proudly, is woven of your own design, and you’ve worn it for so long that it has become a part of you. Your vision is blurred and you can’t see for shit!
This is not just about the dirty priests, this is about using your mind. Fueled by a desperate desire for more than acceptance, you manifest blasphemy! The herd is quick to believe what survival calls us to question. The choice is yours; die until you die.
Kill ‘em, blood, rape the whores! What? You have seen what can happen. Not everyone can be right. Like a leech to a cadaver’s skin, there is no salvaging salvation. They claim unity though their own brothers are not free from their own blind piercing stare. Falling is inevitable, though they will hardly notice the drop.
They fight for what they think is the truth, demanding loyalty on faith, not proof. It’s all in what you choose. Don’t be a fucking dickhead. We create our own bullshit; your blasphemy manifested!