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[Иван Булочкин (гость)]

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[Jhav]

I open the book of rules With sinister cross on its cover It was written to the fools As a praise to their Great Father This is the hymn of humble slaves That brings death to the unfaithful This is the manual to soulsavers Who are scared of their own being But why the letters are colored red And its paper smells like ancient tomb? I look at the faces among the lines And I see only torment and pain Some of them was burned in fire Some of them was dissected with sword And all of them was sacrificed To the someone's devised Holy Word Bleeding Pages of the Bible Individuality always dies There are two ways: the first to fire hole And the second always lies Sick and blind slaves listen to sermons Revelations of Nailed Son And destroy their own demons What make them who they are Humble existence, silent tears Weakness, slavery, horrifying hell Tame your desires, free your fears Can't you feel that you are well? You have to obey to Holy Faith You should be a slave and you should believe Whole life you will dying in torment But your saved soul will always lives!