Like a cyst from a bathroom tryst
Like a strong drink with an arsenic twist
You can't sin against God if he doesn't exist...
A woman who's chaste is not often chased
She dabs on some makeup with feminine haste...
"The Dead Shall Rise..."
The dead shall rise with God's demise
All of our food is stinking with flies
Are we to blame for the Father of Lies?...
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