| Oh Satan, you’re the God before whom I stand
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| Live your life in me,
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| See how I erase my name from the lamb’s book of life
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| And reject the benefit of the holy wounds
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| I will walk before thee, lord, in the land of the living
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| For you teacheth my hands to war and my fingers to fight
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| And sow seeds that do not proceed of the natural order
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| They shall grow to columns of the holy lair
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| That which harbours the dragon with seven heads.
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| Ita est putrefatio Dei similes,
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| sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum.
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| How long will ye halt between two opinions?
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| Realise! |
| That your body is the temple of the living God!
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| Thou shalt open my lippes, (O Lorde) my mouthe shal shewe thy prayse.
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| Ita est putrefatio Dei similes,
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| sive materialis substantia spiritus Domini in orbe terrarum. |