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A Poem by Antichrist

Cut the throat
And break the bone
I will let death
Take its bloody throne

I will destroy you,
and nail you up like your own messiah.
Even though you rot,
you're still a liar.

Take your life,
Die for a cause
Take your life,
There is no loss.

Your God won't save you,
leave you in the ground.
You will be sleeping,
rotting without a sound.

Now that I have killed you,
I have taken control.
Now that you are mine,
I have consumed your soul.

© 2009 Antichrist


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Added on January 2, 2009
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