Attract, Condemn, Repulse

Hear now the unsuspecting
(As of now) I am your grand superior
As I command you to kneel
Oppress your fake beliefs
Turn against your former state
Of wicked ways to follow
Heed the prophecy
Of which you tend to swallow

And now you're all contented
Think not of ways to remain
You're trash of Man in my eyes
Feel your worth of mind exceed
Into a scattered absence
Affiliation denied
You are no longer present

For you are not what they seek
Trash of Man, sick and weak



Credits
Writer(s): Helge Werner Myrvang
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