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Time has imprisoned on my soul, religion in the path of what compels me. Lies instrument the holy hate, deceiving of the weak in faith intention, suffering with no reason and no doubt, pertruding on the lines of persecution. Vomit on the holy man never before your saviour. Brain dead victims of the holy. Preach your holy lies, laugh at divinations and we all will be dead. Inscripted is you who will die, hypocratic bible puncher, perish from this land, faithinized victims of the kingdom of hatred. Infecting this world with their plan. Before none I shall confess from a far nor heaven sent, cursed are the lambs of GodProfile edited with: CricketSoda Myspace Profile Editor