If I cover this cross with feces
What will become of those who believe
that to live is Christ and to die is to gain?
What will become of these fools?

Will they slowly expire,
mouths full of dung
Choking on diarrhea
and worms and larvae?

Maybe they’ll live in garbage,
swimming in the black oceans
As Leviathan dies a horrible death
and farts at their cursed Christ

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