Our "Way of Life"

Thinking Plague

You will sweat without complaint,
expend your flesh, would-be saint
in sacrifice and self-restraint
'til death your soul has bidden.

Thy kingdom come,
deaf and dumb,
thy will be done!

And when our tool, your body fails
we'll use your tears to cool the nails
to hang you in your own travail
then throw you in the midden.

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