| The scares we prayed for
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| And was given
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| To rape the mission
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| Of the impaled desiples
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| And worship him again
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| We nailed the enemy
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| Dream hopefully and fear the rest
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| For we look upon the toombs
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| And dance so they see… we woke it
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| Sweapt in shiny sacreligious
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| For fading light and its Lord
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| Wondering how the wishes spoke
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| Weak and wise has left
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| And touched the shade of my tempted ones
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| Dance on the sheppards shadow
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| And the heretic eyes who saw the sun
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| Kept his secret, always
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| We believed in those of such poems
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| As grace has left its mark
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| An error on our dark illusions
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| We walk by them for a soul to open
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| Its power saw us grow
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| As they lay there
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| Rotting in the hands of God
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| The storm has driven with fury, fall…
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| Again and again for noble halls, screaming…
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| We heard and spoke to them
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| For no comforting words to give
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| We were the shields
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| When the ancient dwelled in us
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| And we killed their nextborn in the thronehall
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| Sons of God die with your once beauty
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| And feel the blood runs faster
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| Ages…
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| Brighter then they seemed
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| And held their withered roses
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| A sign of a dying God
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| It saw it
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| Bells of them
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| POSSESS ME!!! |