March to Hell

from by Burdens of Misanthropy

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Gathered together for the holy Catholic mass
An obsolete tradition, today will be their last.
There will be no mercy
rendered toward our missionary.
He ascends to the pulpit,
not knowing that today he'll be preaching his final homily:

"Herod's temple-turned-robber's den was torn asunder by the vengeance of the lamb.
Wielding a whip of cords,
the son of God sent the greediest among men fleeing.
You are all sinners.
Withholding from your tithings,
not giving to the parish with all that you have.
Your dereliction of duty allows me a single solution:
I will study the elder scripture,
I will plead to Our Father in my favored prayers.
He will prescribe your punishment,
only through pain can you be truly purged of sin."

Father, we are here to put an end to your
Control. The world has seen enough of you.
Despair, for death will come from misery
Equal to the horrors you've wrought endlessly.

Now is the time, my friends.
Bind his limbs and force him face-down upon the altar.

I carve out your tongue, ensuring my deafness to your lamentations,
you begin to drown as blood fills your lungs, each gargle serving to reinforce my passion.
I can see the flames are burning brightly still.
So put your ass up, daddy, it's time you got your fill.
Drip, drop, drip.
The scalding candlewax slowly spills into your anus.

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from Missionary, released May 27, 2014
Lyrics/Vocals: Michael Leone, Music/Arrangement: Jared Collins, Engineering: Josh Palmer

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Burdens of Misanthropy Columbus, Ohio

Burdens of Misanthropy is the spawn of Jared Collins' and Michael Leone's penchants for intense, heavy music.

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