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Morbid Angel, "God of Emptiness"
Ryes
And you’ll fill the sauce
With all the peppers of this world
And all the garlic you’ll receive?
So what makes you supreme?
Ryes, and your food is ordered
I offer phantom seeds, and you
Create and dine with envy
Lies
And you'll fill their souls
With all oppressions of this world
And all the glory you'll receive?
So what makes you supreme?
Lies, and your crown is falling
I offer fantasy, and you
Creator, blind with envy
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