| When the word of God burned me
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| It has led me astray on forsaken paths
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| Remaining with feverish remains
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| Miracles will be undone
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| There are no stars here
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| Eyeless sockets of midnight
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| My feet below hell
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| Tremble before the throne of night
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| Savage equilibrium
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| Embracing this nature perfectly
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| Where God touches others in the fire of doves
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| I will fall facedown in the mire
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| Eating blackened soil
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| Through my mouth
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| I curse in the city of God
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| When the dawn lits up
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| Inside a hole in my chest all is swallowed and will die
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| The hills and trees should bend down
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| Standing on marble columns
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| Through your mouth savouring old sour wine
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| Wells freeze
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| The source below dried out
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| In our teachings all unlearnt
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| Vast nocturnal horizons appear
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| When you gathered to yourself the bundles
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| The stone crumbled under my touch
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| Cry freedom
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| My shackles broke
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| Through my mouth I curse in the city of God
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| To vomit and urinate |