They are programmed since birth, to live a life they did not choose, made sir come to the glory, of the one that they cannot see. The system that they follow, will serve only to imprison, no freedom of innocent thought, no Rest for the wicked. Dormant instincts come to the surface, that their code does not allow,
to conquer this burning desire, disciples made to bow. Singing songs of adoration, to glorify their master, like a stillborn child, they're innocence has been condemned. A systematic structure, with a perverse sense, set of principals, infecting their offspring, with the same sexual needs, moulding the blameless.
Singing songs of adoration, to glorify their master, like a stillborn child, they're innocence has been condemned. A systematic structure, with a perverse sense, set of principals, infecting their offspring, with the same sexual needs, destroying the righteous