I thrusted my hands forth
They became covered in blood
Thus I was granted true faith
I placed my head upon the block
I felt the blade’s eternal shock
And thus I became the holiest of ideologues
I was reborn in concrete truth
I had no need for any thoughts
I hunted down those unsound parts
I caught and chained my creativity
Condemned it to the dungeons beyond the light
Now all I have is my God.
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