| Between Heaven and Earth
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| Stands up mankind little divine
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| And not sublime enough
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| Between the unreal and the
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| Material arises the incarnate man
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| Little iridescent and Hell bends
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| Down the persecuted little
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| Idyllic and to afflicted
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| Between the alert and the war
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| Lets himself go the frivolous pioneer
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| Little brave and too imprisoned
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| Between Heaven and Lucifer
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| Digs his own grave the stiff
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| Little devote and too grieved
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| Between the volcanos and the waters
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| Some burning and drowning truth
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| Perfidious and so disguised
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| The muddy inessential on the
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| Surface of consciousness
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| Toemented with reminiscence
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| Of a life filled with bitterness
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| Kind of dislocated puppet
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| Adapting to hearing whisper
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| The harsh scoffing of the imps
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| There, teeming with our steps
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| Dearest Dementia, attracting all
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| Our dull senses, such a foul elixir…
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| Rather than listening to the extatic
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| Hymm of the lyric nymphs and
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| Seraphins filling our spirit with delight
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| Are we the mocked puppets of the evil
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| Ones of this world? |
| Sure, it is easier
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| To stumble than makind the filth better
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| Dare you cut those devilish lianas off!
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| Let us raise up to the strings of the
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| Divine harp and may you be recked
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| By the Eden angelical poet…
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| Enlightened volcanos and water full of
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| Grace, in your mercy, hear my prayer…
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| Listen to the cold dream of your life…
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| From the throne of the dark, what a bliss
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| To exhume the stiff! |
| Carpe noctem!
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| Between Eden and Hell
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| Raises the persecuted a little
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| More idyllic and less afflicted
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| Halfway materials and unreal
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| Holds up the incarnate man a
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| Little more iridescent and less blind
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| Sursum mea terper orbem terrarum
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| Dementia… |