Our Father, Who Art of Feces

blessed be the ones who show no remorse

the lecherous mongrels that serve your cause

to worship and idolize a pile of decay

to rob infertile minds of any sense of reality

your fraudulent joke exposed

where is your savior

a deceit so picturesque and pertinently skewed

like a vulture you prey on the weak

the culmination of hypocrisy

lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies

haven't centuries of bullshit been enough

nothing but crud in retrospect

the blessing you have left

our father who art of feces

the rich get richer, the poor poorer

haven't centuries of torment been enough

nothing but shit in retrospect

the curse you have left

are father who art of feces

where is your fucking savior

where is your savior now

for he brings damnation

a reality so disconnected and permanently screwed

like a vulture you prey on the week

the culmination of all thy greed

lies upon lies, upon lies, upon lies

haven't centuries of bullshit been enough

nothing but crud in retrospect

the blessing you have left

our father who art of feces