The Enemy Within
THEY SAY TO GO AGAINST THE CHURCH IS TO GO AGAINST GOD..
I WALKED THROUGH THE GREAT VALLEYS WITH KNEES IN THE MUD…
THORNS IN MY FLESH THEY CELEBRATE MY DEATH IN TEARS…
BONES THE WHIP LASH THEY PENETRATE MY RIBS WITH SPEARS…
(Biko Maximus Martini)
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