Authors comments: An anti-religon song/poem I wrote for one of my bands.. If
you are easily offended, I strongly suggest you don't read this.

It is: anti-religous, violent and semi-misogynistic. It also contains
graphic ddescriptions of disembowelment and rape. And swearing.
However, the violent and hate towards women part are not to be taken
seriously.


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The three wise men come bearing gifts, to celebrate his birth
The first brings torture, the second brings rape, the third brings a violent
death

Storming into the manger, knives drawn out
Kicking Joeseph over, dragging the knife across his throat
Mary cries and begs for it not to end this way
There's nothing she can say to change out minds
To save humanity, they must die...

The horror of her husband butchered, almost made her give birth
We must move hastely to perform the operation

Pushing her over on the stone, her head slightly cracks open
She lies panting in screaming, from pain or child birth we'll never
know which
But we do know she tries to push a child from her womb
Impregnated by forced procreation, from her god

Kick her in the face, for this abomination to man
They must both pay for their crimes
How can he "save" us, if he can't save himself?
But first we must take care of this whore

Pinning her arms down to her side
Slicing away at the flesh of her torso
Gripping internal organs firmly in hand
Pulling intestines, liver and kidney
The contents of her stomach are garbage
The ambiotic sack is what we seek
Carefully slicing and removing the child
A sea section done ahead of it's time

But we won't spare his life...
Grabbing the umbiblical cord...
Ripping it from his chest...

Lay him in the hay... we must not let the floor do our work.
Pulling at the rest of her viscera
Smiling at the coiled intestines that litter the floor

Her vagina suprisingly intact... the second man procedes with his
'gift'
He plunges his cock inside of her twat
With the little life left, she groans in painful orgasm
Spilling seed all over her face, the real fun has just begun

Putting a hand on her right breast, rubbing the nipples
They seem still warm so he tears it off
He puts his foot to her esophagous and steps
We're suprised she's still living this long
She turns blue and finally dies

Picking the child up by a leg...
Laying him on the stone floor
We must be carefull with our "saviour"
We must be precise
A claw hammer our instrument of choice
An ironic death for a would-be carpenter

Digging the metal claws into his head
His skulls not yet fused, it sinks into his brain

With his last moment of life, retardation sets in
The knife high above, his heart cut out

We sacrifice this bastard child...to his god

No ressurection, no false promises
No book of lies or crucifix
No jesus

Tearing and mangling the mutilated infants remains
We had no alternative, they must have been butchered

The angels in heaven grieve for the loss...

We bathe in the ankle deep blood of the aftermath of virginal birth and
carnage

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Sorry to anyone offended by this, but I warned you above.
 
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