Forgive her.
She knows not what she does.
A cross upon her bedroom wall
From grace she will fall
An image burning in her mind
And between her thighs
A dying God-man full of pain.
When will you come again?
Before him beg to serve or please
On your back or knees.
There's no forgiveness for her sins,
Prefers punishment.
Would you suffer eternally
Or internally?
For her lust
She'll burn in hell,
Her soul done medium well.
All through mass manual stimulation
Salvation.
Body of Christ.
She needs
Body of Christ.
She'd like to know God.
Love God.
Feel her God
Inside of her,
Deep inside of her.
-Type O. Negative