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The Imperfect: Iconoclast

de A Wake in Providence

Pray

Finally the day's upon us, creation's left to destruction
The stench of this earth floods my senses, disgusting and repulsive
I'll bring disaster, keep praying to your bastard
I'll take this land that's claimed by your God
That's claimed by your God

Bile spewing being, abomination of hate
My monstrosity made with the need to fornicate
These demonic creatures I'll release upon this world
Cities will fall at my feet, crumble and gradually disintegrate
Bile spewing being, abomination of hate
My monstrosity made with the need to fornicate
Why can't you see the truth? Say your prayers

I will bare witness to your struggle
My crooked smile gazing over their bodies
As the light fades away before their eyes

Pray
Pray to your dead God

These cities will fall at my feet
Now, crumbling one by one, infernal sickness
These cities will line with pestilence
Darkened by a cloud of broken innocence
Bit by bit, crushing this ground beneath my grasp
If your will breaks anything like your flesh, then this breath will be your last

I want to watch your struggle, tormenting agony
My malicious eyes crave more than what you're giving me

Tearing apart this world from the inside out
I've brought your home certain disaster
What will you say when there's nothing left?
Sacred? You will never forget the night of the rapture
Pray, pray to your fucking God

Who will you pray to when your deity is dead?
Where will you run when the holy turn you away?
Inconceivable thoughts will fill your mind with dread
The air is thick with the stench of blood
Ingest the field of locusts
Constantly clouding focus
Dig deep and remember to pray

No one will hear you pray to your dead God
Dead God

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