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Drown The Christian Retards

from Socialistica Nervosa by Molest The Episcopate

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Oh what a day it would be!
To sail a raiding ship into Christian waters
Board their meek vessel, rape the chambermaids
Raise the flag and toss the crew to the sharks
Then joyfully be the bearer of grim tidings
"Your captain was a hoax, you were steering in circles all the while!"

Unfortunately for the enlightened
'Twill be a process a little sterner than such mere indulgence in fantasy
For we confront an enemy with numbers outnumbering us
And while the great majority of their numbers would meekly swab the deck
The quartermaster and cannon ranks are viciously accurate marksmen of pornographic precision
For whom the very act of plundering has become a reflex, unguided by cartographical assistance
But no battle worth fighting ever had evenly-matched opponents

Our greatest day will come when one of their famed allegories becomes a reflection of our triumph, of our will
Our will to change the guard, a new David
But no petty desert people and no slingbearing midget would lead such an army
Not for we the undeceived, not for we of humanity since evolved

A holy father's flagrant design flaws
Are but an incentive to push forth and prosper
But of course that's no justification
What justifies is our own genetic majesty
A better species than any true creator
Could have conceived of, could have applied
To a world supposedly his legacy
Yet where the absolute majority live as pathetic knaves

Ho ho! What a wreck, what a waste
What a simpleton's lot, disaster was never so perfectly cruel
But that's life, as it's set in a holy book
Nevermind the translations, they all evoke the same essence
One so foul, one so false, one so markedly flawed
Yet so enchanting to the feeble that salivate
Over it and its lies, so eager to be swindled
That they'd get on their knees in a fellating pose

We're gonna drop a little bit of reason on this mother
It's what we do for a laugh
And it's what we do for progress, hoh!

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from Socialistica Nervosa, released January 1, 2011

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Molest The Episcopate Auckland, New Zealand

Cruel, cold and perverse, Molest The Episcopate employ a lurid, libertine approach to aggressive death metal. Formed in Auckland, New Zealand in early 2010, the quintet fuse blistering blast rhythms, serrated tech riffs, thunderous breakdowns and vulgar, spewing vocals. ... more

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