I am the ungrateful bastard Son.
The sundered puss of a God.
Spat into the lecherous cunt of a commoner.
And as my Father absent in heart.
By His Rage and Wrath ignite my soul.
To burn the blight and scourge o’my humanity.
Let the light of your righteous beliefs desolate,
Those we swear to love & protect.
Mary you whorish liar, You dare!
In a barn you lost your grace,
To this swine you bore and call “Son”,
Now forced to carry the mark o’your Shame.
I will see you in Hell soon,
Mother.
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