| «And sin entered the world through Adam.»
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| The world is my temple
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| See that it’s halls are vast and deep with filth
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| My word is a garden, spread throughout
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| The thorns of it’s plants are my sanguine fruit
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| Above is the sun
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| Below is the void of your heart
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| Behold, and see that therein lies your salvation
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| If it was the depths of hell you were looking for
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| You had found them here
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| This is is the consummation of carnality and divinity!
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| Through these vessels of flesh and blood
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| Comes a stillborn sacrifice
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| Something far greater in splendour
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| Than th triviality of banal subsistence
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| Crawl my children, crawl through an ocan of blades
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| Bleed and wither. |
| Take of my body and drink of my blood
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| Eat of my fruit, eat and perish
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| Your sacrilege will serve as
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| A foundation for aeons to come
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| And as a bitter monument for
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| The depths of purgatory itself
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| There is no light bright enough to surpass this, and nothing that could exceed
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| That which is found through Her body, and the depths of your soul
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| Our existence is the gateway to Her spirit
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| So open the veins to your hearts, act and draw closer! |