Craft - Thorns in the Planet's Side

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I am a destroyer, a channel of satanic wrath
My brothers are me, and I am them
I stick thorns in the planet’s side
Planet of pestilence, refuge for the weak
Kneel before satanic might!
With dishonor — there is only one way out
Why do you take pride in being the dirt on the face of a planet
Which is a dirty rock in a filthy universe?
It makes no fucking sense
God of banality: YHVH; refuge for the needy
Even he trembles when facing Him: God of genius, of destiny and might
I’ll go past the light and all the lies!
I hate the unsightliness of creation
I’ll go to his kingdom, and I’ll bring back the keys