(J. Alans)
I`ll say this with all
The hate of my heart
The images of this world
Are blackened as hell
Take a look in
Into the church
People like zombies
Hearing and answering as clones
Thousands of saints deified
Thousands of dungy cults
>From a shallow culture
Approaching the feeble minds
Image& not feels, not hears
Virgins& are there many as they say?
I don`t adore none image
Death forever it`s all you`ll see!
