Pseudogod - Illusion of Salvation

Rejected by heaven you are waiting for eternal bliss. You are blind preacher of pity. You find your fate in mercy and sympathy, but the rejected deserve only hatred. Depressed by fear, you cry at the sight of tortures of your Creator. Your creator is sad - you were possessed, but not devoted. Take the tortures of your master, only suffering will be your salvation. Sacred lies Last hope fails Eternal flame of madness. And the rivers of blood boil, and flesh rots. Convicted by anger, you are waiting for redemption. Will to eternal life ! Tears of flesh. Tears of fire. Delight by profane lusts. But I am only an illusion of salvation. I am executor of His will! His anger. His Holy Anger!!!

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Spreading seeds of damnations,
Generating not life, but murdering flesh,
Tasting the seed of wisdom with piercing truth,
Killing laws of god's creation,
I render praise to you, oh, my Sovereign!
And his acts will be sacred,
and century of knowledge is hidden in a flame that is heart,
And breath of the Devil will bring death in heaven,
and that land will be poisoned with venom of sin.
Everything is in everything - Belief is in devotion.
Cleanliness, in defect - Eternity in time.
The past, in the present - Shining, in the shadow.
Satan, the god of the planet, for he is in everything.
Those signs, that brand the universe, are horns.
Salvation is not in life, and not in death.
Expiation by immolation, temptation by lasciviousness.
From ashes in ashes, from life in nonexistence
all that brought the light brings darkness.
Eyes of heaven became blind.
That brought the lies, brings the truth.
And prays are converted into damnations,
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In the light of the wisest father the soul of protogenic creation has been burnt. In paradigms of scared sigils, the keys of eternal life are hidden. Expiate your sins through pain, revive yourself in a sting of snake, in embraces of nasty thing! Oh, the child of sin, who was given birth in the cradle of hatred. Oh the firstborn, comprehended the christening through fire. Render gifts to your saviour, and it will be rendered to you! The son of your hope, the dead born child, in those eyes is your perdition. Crucified on human bodies! Bow to him in your hearts, because he is the messiah. He is a horded breed, awaited by abhorrence, the rat creeping in flesh of Christ, the plague, bearing eternal damnation. The star, went out into the abyss of chaos. Peer at prophecies through his horns, coiling in agony! He is an oracle! Through labyrinths of shadows, behold him, the reflection of the new god on the earth!

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