How precious to me are Your thoughts, O God! How vast is the sum of them.
If I would count them, they are more than the sand. I awake, and am still with You.
O, that you would slay the wicked, O Lord; O men of blood, depart from me.
They speak against you with malicious intent. Your enemies take Your name in vain.
Do I not hate those who hate You, O Lord? And do I not loathe those who rise up against You?
I hate them with complete hatred; I count them my enemies.
Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my thoughts.
And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting.
Shut up! Shut your fucking trap!
God give me voice, God guide my hand, God give me voice, God guide my hand, God give me voice, God guide my hand!
In the 1971 year of Christ, in the 11th month on the dawn of the twenty sixth day, I was a prisoner of the usuries, a cobbler in the land of Al-Barquq, the mountain of the apricot tree called Albuquerque.
And I was weighed by false debts to the Pharisees of Zion, condemned to bear a mark of shame by those clothed in shame.
That man shall die.
And you will know that I serve the Lord!
There will be peace in the valley.
I am slaughter in the face of iniquities.
You will be a tribute unto the Lord.
You have forsaken him.
Your work shall be rewarded.
The stray sheep must be corrected.
You play the whore in my father's house.
Your blood shall be the tokens of my virginity.
God loves you.
But where, Lord?
Yes, Lord, for this is holy ground.
I Am hath sent me unto you.
The God of Abraham, and of Isaac, and of Jacob, and of Knoth.
He will, Lord, even unto his death.
And it shall be your glory.
And what shall I say to him?
From his fundament to his chops, Lord.
Yes, Lord, like a pig.
And then the child.
I will be thy plague and thy ransom.
In the book of life of the Lamb slain.
By the crooked knife, Legion fettered every man chained.
If any man hath an ear, he that leadeth in captivity.
Bleeds false heaven's fear, beast seeds the cracked city.
From seas heaven borne bear lion dragon leopard.
Blasphemous seven horns of the mustard scion shepherd.
Here is the patience, and the faith of the saints.
The Lamb slain, foundation of the world.
And pain found stained by the nation of the sword.
Deceiveth them that dwell on the earth.
Bleed the wench before hell after birth.
And he make great wonders.
Earthquakes flames thunder.
Lake carrion, flayed woman, graves under Savior's wedding supper.
He hath judged the great whore. Writ: Blood, Abram's worhip.
That ye may eat the flesh of kings, mighty men and horses,
Fore death, hell and the rightous sing rightly there before him.
Temple gate cuts the whore, bleed a price, the true ascend.
The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you all amen.
RAH! God loves you. Let him love you.
Those who've rebelled against our God shall fall, their infants dashed to pieces all.
Their women with child shall be ripped up... shall be ripped up...
... A blade's baptism for the spider-eyed lamb.
The spiller of foul seed.
Spreader of lies.
Do you hate him, God?
Do you hate him?
God? Do you want him?
Then you'll have him.
My hate made in secret, wrought in the lowest parts of the earth. Made perfect for the rut mate to the devil's whore.
Will you slay the wicked, Lord?
Is it written already in your perfect book?
Stop... stop laughing!
Shut your filthy... shut your filthy mouth!
Stop... laughing... stop laughing! Shut your filthy mouth!