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Post by destroythedecoy on Feb 17, 2011 23:32:10 GMT -5
As The Body of The Christ Rots
as the body of the Christ rots upon His throne overthrown by the children He calls His own He is over taken by despair overtaken by the treason in the air He exhales His entrails unto the ground such a beautiful sight, such a deafening sound
for we knew of His end when we concieved our beginning we knew the blood He had to shed in the midst of our sinning
every lash He would take, every burden He had to carry every promise we would forsake, every thought we would bury into the back of our minds into the back of our hearts into the back of our spines as the body of the Christ departs
for we are the takers of His crown for we are the breakers of His crown
our will be undone, His blood to suffice we are the rotting of the body of the Christ.
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Post by clareabel on Mar 1, 2011 3:01:32 GMT -5
"He exhales His entrails unto the ground such a beautiful sight, such a deafening sound"
Seriously, what the f*ck?
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