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Raising of the dead. The body is filled with emptiness of survival after death.
Raising of the dead. The prisoners of the cemetery wait for your last breath...

The flame under the layer of dust
Is just a voice of the past.

Religion spawns the tortures
Violence and death.
The spiteful laughing
From the graves...


The priest reading the prayer,
Began to writhe in pain.
The skies became a victim
Of the bloody rain...

The body's in the ground
But soul is out of it.
Ascending to the top
Of the greed.

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