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Impurity in your morality and convictions
Guidelines to bind are torn and left to waste
Suckle at the tet of the poisonous patriarchy
All of your brethren you’ve chosen to betray
Wrath of the immaculate
I am straight edge
Plumes infect our vision, our lungs and basic rights
You broke the sacred vow, your throat slashed for my delight
My wrath feels no resistance
My wrath feels no remorse
My wrath is a symbol of pride
Our wrath is militant
Wrath of the immaculate
I am straight edge
Death To betrayers
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