| …preserve me, O Mankind!
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| For in thee do I put my works
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| O my left hand, thou hast said unto me
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| «Thou art my Lord»
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| My labour extended not to thee
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| But to the forms that dwells beyond your reach!
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| Their sorrows shall be multiplied
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| That hasten after another «god»
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| Zagon… Zagam… Taurus Rege Cathedram!
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| «O Lord», as you named me
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| I am the portion of thy inheritance
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| I maintain your lot
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| Prey to me… in this very place
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| Here, anywhere…
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| I shall bless you with menstrual blood
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| And by the wretched carcass of Joshua
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| I shall never be moved
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| Zagon… Zagam… Taurus Rege Cathedram!
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| Thus spoke Zagan |