| Stare wide-eyed at this dense pitch boiling by the art divine
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| Amniotic liquid of another kind
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| That flesh and blood can not inherit the kingdom of god
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| Behold the transformation, servant
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| Incise and devour your tongue for all men are liars
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| Gnaw at the saintly visage of your beloved
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| Receive a rapturous communion of flesh and skin
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| And do not cease until you swallowed her nose host-alike
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| Do not cease until the Baptist collects
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| Three quintessential drops, progeny of that torment
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| And anoints you thrice … and anoints you thrice… and anoints you thrice…
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| Like a malignant tumour and sudden growth of cancer divine
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| A rebirth in putrefaction irreversible, corruption does not inherit uncorruption
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| (Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde)
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| Say it loud the ultimate paradigm: Blessed are the dead whiche dye in the Lorde
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| The sting of death is sin and the strength of sin is the law
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| The law of man is His presence and dominion…
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| We will submit ourselves unto Him
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| And henceforth walk in His ways
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| And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality
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| As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience
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| What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath
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| done unto me?
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| We will submit ourselves unto Him
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| And henceforth walk in His ways
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| And immolate on thine altar the spirit of individuality
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| As thou, Lord, desireth sacrifices and obedience
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| We grant you all human love, kiss the burden that crushes our bones
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| And yell ecstatically at the spectacle of your abominations
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| What rewarde shall I geve unto the lorde, for al the benefites that he hath
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| done unto me? |