I didnt ask Jesus to die for my sins.
Or to be my Savior.
Hung upon a cross for all to see.
World of torment, Land of pain.
A man of mixed thoughts, blinded by
what he thought to be our Lord.
Churchs to worship inanimate objects.
Chapels to gather, Hell i rather.
Down with the system of Christanity.
Let rise the Independent.
Do you feel your religions right?
If not, eternity in hell?
Theres a part of me inside you.
The part that questions.
The part that demands answers.
Afraid, fearful of the truth.
Hiding behind denial, guilt, and anguish.
I am you, Anti-Christ.