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We'll burn the flag
Of your wretched nation
Trample the symbol
Of your identity

Besmirch the colors
You hold so dear
And preach against
Your ideology

We'll call you radicals
For what you believe
As we plunder and pillage
This democracy

We'll bring down in ruins
This once mighty state
As we bring forth our agenda
Against all that we hate

We despise the deity
You call your GOD
Who brings you blessings
And cursed our fate

We'll point the blame
For all that is wrong
Back onto you
The innocent throng

Go ahead 
Speak the truth
We'll blind the people
With falsehood and untruths

Keep you so busy
That you'll never see
The devil coming
In this his victory

We'll bring violence and wrath
To a new generation
Who look in the dark
For all that will save them

Their salvation is lost
Because of untruth
Spoken in whispers
In dark quiet booths

Your children are offered
Up to our gods
As symbols of obedience
On this pile of sod

We cheer and we yell
For every last one 
Whose life is now perished
On the alter of sin

We've killed your new preachers
And men of the cloth
So we might see darkness
Invade at all costs

No more shall you hear
Of the word that's alive
Given to all
To bring forth new life

We'll cheat and we'll steal
To make it come true
So that vengeance and darkness
Will come after you

Challenge us all
 Pfft, please, if you dare
We are the true champions
Of this rarified air

We've sacrificed many
On our alter of hate
To bring forth our glory
On this given date

We'll pay it all
No matter the cost
To bring down both heaven and earth
On the heads of the lost

We here in hell
Have only one master
To rule us all
Through this here disaster

We bow at his throne
We give fealty
As the flames rise higher
In our fervency 

Wasteland upon wasteland
Is all you will see
Is what we'll bring about
To your beloved country

Rubble and stone
Dust and smog
We'll choke your lungs
And hide your GOD

We'll smite your virtue
And cut out your pride
Make a meal on your table
In your home we'll abide

Go ahead and pray
We're not afraid
For now is the time
To put hell on parade

The chosen few
Have been put into place
Our plan is in motion
To pit race against race

Choose wisely the side
You want to be on
For the choice it will last
To hell and beyond


  • Michael God's choice

    Michael God's Choice


    Jul 19, 2022

  • Jul 19, 2022

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