| …I had a salowe vision
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| Wherein were fiery serpents and scorpions and drought
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| …sand, in an abrasive swirling murk
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| Covered the crackled book of life…
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| A testimony
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| From the dimension of regret
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| This voice comes
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| From the second right after the disaster
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| When all there is left to say
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| In a distressed whisper is
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| It is too late
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| The irreparable has been carved in stone
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| And those made accountable for it are you
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| Standing, shivering in cold dim light
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| Waiting for the sentence of the Holy Dead
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| Like Adam and Eve at the end of time
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| One may argue that it was flawed
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| Since the beginning
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| That the dice were loaded
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| That God had it all within
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| That He is the Source
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| O heavenly Father!
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| Pathogenic agent of contamination
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| Harbringer of catastrophe
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| Icon of the impending Fall:
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| But what difference does it make?
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| Altitudines Satana
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| The vertigo of Liberty
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| Tipped the scales
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| A shadow of horror is risen
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| This will not be redeemed
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| No matter how sincere the genuflection
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| And ardent the confession |