The gears are set into place
The finals stages of purification are nudged
into motion
By our pious pope
The prevention of the second coming of

Christ is now drawing closer to completion
Dissolution of component forces act together
as one
A single congregation tied together with one
purpose
in mind

The prevention of Christ's birth
Dead are collected and piled
To feed the flames of a furnace fire
The day lit sky is now
Blackened by the infant ashes
As they rise they bring us darkness
Turning day to night

With the remnants of the children burning
We begin the last stage
Surviving females are loaded onto transports
And then shipped to our parishes

Where they're tagged, then stripped of their
clothing
Assigned numbers and then taken to eugenic
controlled concentration camps
This is where they spend the rest of their
pathetic lives
One by one the worms dry out in the sun
At the mercy of their new master

Their existence exhausts itself without
The ability to procreate
Seared onto their heads and their hands
Is the mark of the beast
This holy number, sacred in its symbolism
Now marks the doom of fertility

By the order of the pope
we condemn them to be neutered
With a machine devised to sterilize
With a hundred tons of force
Its name is the cuntcrusher

Hooks pierce through their feet
Then suspends them upside down
to be fed into the side
Where they are conveyed to a press of blades
With their legs pried open their cunts align
At the flick of a switch
They are sterilized