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"Prisoners Of Worship"

The burning monastery lights up the sky. While picketing nuns are left to deny. The town horse has been beaten to death. Split by false imagery as far as my eyes can see. Prisoners of Worship. The burning monastery lights up the sky. While picketing nuns are left to deny. Ghost towns with no one left to crucify.

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