I transmit my soul, now Im a void stooge in the claws of a pretentious benefactor. Creator of thoughtless thesis and spurious doctrine. Im a miserable orthodox moron, Im degenerated with my absurdity. Ive lost everything whats worthy of being honest. My tongue was torn out, my brain was knocked out, because they split my skull open with their cross. What is a word, what is a thought for me ? Though Im only a figure of this spiritual farce. And the really wonderful myths My body has already thrilled. Thinking about a clean soul, entering the precious heaven paradise. Fortunately, my hand is led by the saviours true being line. Oh, what a dull asceticism has clouded over me, this is gratefully my real form. However, heres my tragedy that Im too near-sighted to show characteristics of myself. Though I cant say cause Im not. Im merely a fragment, sperm of fatality deformed by the what I so rapturously worship.
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