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I am the one Orgasmatron, the outstretched grasping hand
I twist the truth, I rule the world, my crown is called deceit
I march before a martyred world, an army for the fight My image is of agony, my servants rape the land
I am the emperor of lies, you grovel at my feet
I speak of great heroic days, of victory and might Obsequious and arrogant, clandestine and vain
I rob you and I slaughter you, your downfall is my gain
I hold a banner drenched in blood, I urge you to be brave Two thousand years of misery, of torture in my name
And still you play the sycophant and revel in you pain
I lead you to your destiny, I lead you to your grave Hypocrisy made paramount, paranoia the law
And all my promises are lies, all my love is hate
Your bones will build my palaces, your eyes will stud my crown My name is called religion, sadistic, sacred whore.
I am the politician, and I decide your fate
For I am Mars, the god of war, and I will cut you down.
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