| Black clouds fill the day sky
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| In the primitive lands of Nod
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| As the two sons of Adam offer up Their gifts (of pride) to the one reigning high
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| A dark fate born by sacrificial fire
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| Caine: 'Oh, great father of my father
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| Whom thou banished from thy garden
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| Look down upon thy faithful servant
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| And accept my beloved brother.'
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| With tears of love the firstborn thrust
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| His sharpest scythe deep into Abel’s heart
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| Rendering him lifeless but eternally
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| Prized in the mind of god as his body withered
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| In the scorching blaze
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| Caine: 'Oh, my dear brother
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| Forgive me for what I have done
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| But to the one almighty
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| A greater prize I have none.'
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| Adam: 'Caine, thou has broken my seal of absolute love
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| The crime thou’st committed meets not
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| The approval of him above
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| Forever shall you wonder in the lands beyond alone
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| And from this day forth I cannot call thee my own.'
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| Caine: 'Oh, father my great father
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| Why hast thou cursed me so?
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| Have I not done what thou asked for?
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| To the shadowed woods I cannot go.'
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| Adam: 'I can no longer endure thy sinful words
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| This greatly unmerciful deed hast done his wrong
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| I pray that thou find ways to repent |