| Here I stand with my legs apart the world
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| Vultures circulate above my head
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| Locusts bite my leds
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| Acute andor in my Fungs
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| There is no more Gods now
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| There ore no Gods before, only I am here
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| Plague, poison, venom, disaster, conflagration
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| The gifts of thy mercy
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| I go left, wide road where I go
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| Dogmas crumble under my feet, illusion of salvation smashes on my chest
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| Here and now and nowhere else, I do not have any other Gods before me
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| I am Prometheus of my existence; |
| I bring new light in darkness of your lies
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| I tear Messiah’s head
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| I cut off the hand put together in prayer
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| I suppress the litany before it escapes the throat
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| I will pick the Eye of Providence out
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| I will feed the beast of truth with the dove
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| I turn Eden of empty promises into waste, who wants to live forever in a waste?
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| No more legends and myths, fairytales written for children
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| New Alpha and New Omega
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| I redefine and create from the beginning
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| In the universe of my soul there is no place for you
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| Let it be overthrown for ever and ever, confusion |