Cryptic Rotten Curse

Absorbed by desire of power in a depth of total trash
So unjustified is your fight
Then, so promising are your ghosts?
That you need to keep a lost and rotten fight
Staying cryptic is your curse
In your filthy weakness
Dead thoughts are inspired by Satan
Ancient ghosts and demons living in a head like a pest
Murder the truth... Is your supposed cure?
And silencing witnesses is your method to control
Nothing that you do will change our purpose
We give our souls to the king of Light
You kill innocents in the name of God
Pure self-deception
Nothing that you do will change our heart
We know and we will not forget your list of crimes



Credits
Writer(s): Duane Keith Ii, Zvi Tacussis
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