Across the entrails
Of the divine humanity
I've seen execrable faces
And atricities for illusory salvations

I've felt the fetor of death
Of false graces
I've seen the horrors of filthy acts
Holy lies multilating lives

Hate, my hate, my offer is my hate

The religious hypocrisy doesn't die.
It masks itself in its filthiness
And divinizes on herd animals
And the creep in dogmatic spasms

The desilutional calamity
Finds parallel in ignorance

Dying slaves fighting for
Beliefs systems that control them,
They worship the neurotic dogmatic galleries
Religious fields of flagellation

Hate, my hate, my offer is my hate!