| «Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
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| Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
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| To the last syllable of recorded time
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| And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
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| The way to dusty death. |
| Out, out, brief candle!»
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| It never ends
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| The rats that carry the plague
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| Withstand each passing wave
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| Gnawing through the resistance
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| Earth aches to open
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| And shed the surface
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| Hell will greet us with vengeance
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| Pits of devils
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| Send whispers through soil
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| All life is fleeting
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| Sickened servants
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| The common extinction
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| Of irrational beings
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| Paint the faces of messiahs upon the trees
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| Gods to graves to gods again or so it seems
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| Picturesque this poison
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| Blood is soon to follow
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| And with each dying day
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| You will learn to fear tomorrow
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| Fear tomorrow
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| How they crawl
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| Like serpents from their holes
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| Blissfully ignorant
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| The punishment is permanent
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| Fools will follow
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| Footsteps to the fire
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| Where hell will greet us with vengeance
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| Pits of devils
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| Send whispers through soil
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| All life is fleeting
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| Sickened servants
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| The common extinction
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| Of irrational beings
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| The eyes of hope
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| See nothing
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| Billions of corpses
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| Entombed in dirt
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| Swallowed by the salivating
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| Sewer mouth of the earth
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| Scars of timeless fractures
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| Shift in perfect form beneath our feet
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| Aligned to the ends of the falling sky
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| That couldn’t hold the air we breathe
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| Paint the faces of messiahs upon the trees
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| Gods to graves to gods again or so it seems
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| Picturesque this poison
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| Blood is soon to follow
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| And with each dying day
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| Now you will learn to fear tomorrow
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| Hell will greet us with vengeance
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| Hell will greet us with vengeance |