| You incubate despicable rancorous seed
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| No thing of beauty this so tortured flesh turned death
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| Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation
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| In the darkest place, foetal horror’s corruption bleeds
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| Infect
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| All the years of pain and death no saviour
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| Oh hated injustice, paying tithes to death itself
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| Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation
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| Would that we had the knife to cut if free
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| Let the blood run free
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| And in the mirror before you
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| Sightless eyes blind to the growing shadow
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| Consuming?
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| And as the dead we shall walk
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| Blackly erubescent, eschatological descent
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| Words twisted beyond madness in this world of the truest path
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| Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation
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| Would that we had the knife to cut if free
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| Carved into our hearts
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| We wear the name called death
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| Will there be a beyond?
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| Then let it weep in preparation?
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| A legacy of shining lights to despise the unjust
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| History will remember the ones among the first into the breach
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| Once more unto the breach
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| Subsumed by abomination
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| Dead ritualistic threnody
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| this killing music |