Sabbath

Badmouth

waters of Nazareth hold still for me
impure villages will burn at my say
peasant life was set to mute

shame comes from my herd of sheep
sin keeps them from paradise
consume my shit/drink my cum
nonbelievers writhe in fear

disobey my law I pity your soul
I smile when the dead enter my fucking home.

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