Clinging to the trees of a forest fire

Gold frankincense and myrrh

Clinging to the trees of a forest fire
You have no pride, no sense of friendship.
Thank you for nothing.
I regret hearing your word.
As false as the priest you condemn.
A hand a gun the word of god.
My hooves are cloven.
They will crush your diamond cross
They will crush your fucking skull.
As false as the priest you condemn
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