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into infernus - sloth is the soul of dante lyrics

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upon a misty jagged hill at the edge of the town
beautiful colours emerged as our villian’s chapel glew
he was worshiped and cherished for his connection to the divine
a man so holy what evil could he do?

no more religious than the decrepit beast told of in h-ll
but the social ladder of these times meant he was n0bel
he thought in your schools, lessons of vehemence
his main concern to molest and steal innocence

the children so dead their parents thought perfect
but beyond their obedience was something far too disturbing
when not teaching, he would preach to the unsuspecting
they would revel in joy, whilst he laughed menacingly

“your god is not real, he would have condemmed me by now” – dante
as he corked open the churches finest of bottle wine
gl-ss after gl-ss, he was poisoned by the vine
the foolish mans footing had let him fall down

cursing the heavens: “you daemon, you harlot” – dante
out loud
light poured through the stained gl-ss
a burst, and the panes did shatter

impaling those sinful hands to the church grounds
an almost deafening scream echoed through the chapel

when a man of white stood before him

“we need no introduction i’m guessing my friend” — divine figure
with much confusion the inebriated man questioned their relationship

“i am your christ and savior” — divine figure

rage coursed through the hideous mans mind
“there is no lord, for i have sinned to the highest degree
and not a soul has dared to silence me.” – dante

the tearing of flesh through holy gl-ss
as the priest stood up, with intention to harm

palms covered his fists, and with one crushing grip
the shards shattered amongst his bones
spit aimed at a divine face
from the mouth of this lazy soul

“you think it’s ok to destroy ones life for your own pleasure?
well i will take great pleasure in destroying yours, father” — divine figure

a familiar sound, of unb-ttoning brushed our villian’s ears
as he was released from his vile little friend
blood flowing from the wounds
excommunicated from his manhood

he fell back slowly but the ground he did not hit
soaring through the air he opened his eyes
a like or fire, his demise
his blood boils, he can do nothing but scream

the laughter and joy of children pierced through his thoughts
he cries, weeping to the depths of h-ll
a much similar feeling to the children he once abused



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