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Medieval Medicine
03:05
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Black death and the lepers
Rotting in the ditches
"Their punishment for disloyalty" - said pigheaded preachers
They spit shit from blackened lungs, vomiting theirselvs viscera
Surgeon - Hammer
Medical - Anvil
They works on bowels without insensibilization
They pull the bones of the crannium
Dissection on a pulsating flesh
Twitches, convulsionsined, bleeds out, through every possible hole
But rusty chain won't break
Keep the patient still
Cut the artery...
Half-living carcass pulls his hands, rising up...
Gnaws blacksmith larynx, to get the knife and escape from angulation
...And he escaped, leper one
He infect villages, and murdered- the charm of medieval aury
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Trust Your Doctor
03:55
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As minister I am
I redeeme your woe
Sculpting extemporaneus farce
I shall ressurect this world
Trust
Our
Saviour
For I am to cleanse this pestis
Infected land with filth
Misanthropic repository for sickness
Hear me, my childrens
I'm the esention of destruction and creation
Obliterate the obesity
Equalization of universe laws
Soon you'll understand...
Soon I'll help you comprehend, that we have to pay for our sins
But for now, I need you to trust
Improvize them- mouldy past
Colonize them- clerical deceit
Incubate them- for unexplained use
Trust your doctor- he will cure the earth
I am the shadow, soon will reveal
Perennial commandment will be perceived
Sever inntelligence only survive
Hysterical madness of mankind to punish
Slashing relentless this pathetic beings
Disrupting failiour of concupiscence abolishment
Our salvation soon will be complete
Emaciate this cesspool of humanity
As minister of absolution
I'm only servant of something superior|
Unleash this world from it's doom
Our fight is comming to the end
So close to purgal abnomitary
I will cure the earth
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There is nothing.
No education. No family life to open my Arms to. You'd say
that my job is today, yet gone tomorrow. I'll be broke in a gutter.
I know the opinion.
A broken record. Fuck you and your College dream. Fact is, we're stronger than all.
You're working for perfect bodies, perfect minds and perfect Neighbors. But I'm helping to legalize dope on Your pristine streets and I'm making a fortune.
You're muscle and gall. Naive at best.
I'm bone, brain and Cock. Deep down stronger than all.
A sad state of affairs. A crippled America. A pipe dream Buttfucked. Immune. Stronger than all.
We've grown into a monster.
An arrogant, explosive motherfuck.
Hard as a rock. Shut like a lock. The president in submission. He holds out his hand on Your television and draws back a stump.
It's too late for some. Far too late.
Hail Kings. The new Kings. Stronger than all.
A simple process to legalize. There would not be a choice but to Take our side. Be there no question of certain strengths. Know This intention. Forever stronger than all. stronger than all
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