Execrable Lord Pretender

Who needs your promised land
Conception of crippled worms
Execrable lord-pretender
I take life by the handful
I will commit My flesh to the earth
Don't You dare to glance at them
Feed Yourself with meat of Your sheep
Hands off Our kids!
They'll decide themselves
Compassion is Your sign You fucking plague
Schizofrenia self-admiration sham suffering
Look at Yourself
Your mystery of love is guarded by army
of eunuchs and subordinate whores
Apparently You created them to resemble You
This is the plain truth
We'll sacrifice Our bodies to the nature
Our souls will exist freely in Hell!
We don't need Your fucking promised land