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Stigmata

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Tears of blood, drop from the eyes, 
A virgin born, a life of lies, 
A false messiah, false prophecy 
Rises from sins and blasphemy 
Messenger of faith - a lie between believers, 
Impaled on cross - flesh to feed the crows, 
Cult of the dead - unholy priests 
Show us the marks - Stigmata!!! 
Red blood from his hands, 
Slowly drops, like a cold river 
Cold river of vein, wounded soul, 
Breathing the poisoned air. 
Impaled on cross - foolish son, 
Pathetically - begging for mercy, 
His pure flesh - ragged by frosty winds, 
Sky is getting darker, 
Soon death comes.