| «Ain't you are the ardent revolting cannon foe!»
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| Craned suspended greasy slug necks
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| Loud howling judges of the ecclesiastical court
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| An elder faced to justice, coarse cloth
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| Faintly hall-smiling replying minting words
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| «Tricking out the evil could be a sin confront to Lord
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| Or dare you claiming that thou tormenting folks lesser sinner art?»
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| «Ah poor wretch, could you argue faithful servants
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| Bring self to book, you were doing something there
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| At the black school, in the precincts of the devil
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| Free will attendance is already a proof of blame»
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| «Twice dolt you are, proof of blame, ha-ha-ha
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| The place where 've been I doesn’t show how I act
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| No blasphemy pushed me there, you don’t care
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| A gasp for a drink of some knowledge made me try
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| What is power? |
| What makes folks turn into savageness and shame?
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| Different issues troubled my mates and whoever else could respond —
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| Tempter! |
| We did a horrible treaty
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| 1.5 years spent in dark citadel
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| Getting all we wished
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| Answers developed right outta walls
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| Once fiery image
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| Brought us main answer through the yawning split
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| «Power all belongs to a personality
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| Strength of mind and body makes right»
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| The schooling was all over, flung over open gates
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| Everyone could go, not me
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| Such a die had been cast
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| But did I block my will?
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| Turning shade to double I slipped…
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| Getting a true story as true as it can be
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| Do you still reiterate false charge?
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| Vast dirty limbs grasped reflection and set me free
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| I kept my knowledge lost my shade paying scores"
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| «Weight words, Deuce
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| We confess tour guilt so clear»
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| Smiled the sage
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| Gales were hidden in his sleeves
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| «Ooh Antichrist!» |
| squealed the priest like a swine
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| «Knowledge I say» was the reply of great spit
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| Into the face of the butcher oldman vanished
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| The nippers for torture on the floor blasted echo |