THE VISIONS OF NICOLAUS FAREL 1921 ( part 2 )

A hundred years of dragonseed. They bind the people and call them freed. Get them while the're young, make them hate their Fathers, make them hate their land, kick them laying in the dirt and feed them from your hand. Cut our veins, so that we may bleed upon the altar burning the sacrifice of mankind. The Center doeth not hold, when Truth may not be told. Cut your flesh to the bone, howl like a bitch to the skies you're a victim to your lies, poor missled prohet of Baal. The Prophets of Baal would cut themselves and sacrifice children for harvest and gain. humiliate sons of kings, draw strength from confusion and pain. Make them lose their center, make them hate their kin. Make them loath their heritag that they may never win. Make them ashamed of who they are and yet be proud of their sin, make them forget their wicked hearts and instead repent of their skin.