| How do you suffer? |
| Feel pain?
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| Feel sorrow for anything?
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| All those bodies in your wake
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| I see you hanging by your noose
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| Delivered, divine excuse
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| Drowning sirens in your lake
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| It’s a sonnet
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| But there’s no way to put a ribbon on it
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| True believing
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| You will never find the strength in grieving
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| The burden of proof lies on you
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| Fuck this, I’m done arguing
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| Our fate is not bound to your cold foretelling
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| And the doctrine that you serve does not serve this discussion
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| Irrelevant nonsense disqualifies you
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| It’s a sonnet
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| There’s no way to put a ribbon on it
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| While you’re leaving
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| The rest of us will be here grieving
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| Cradling our reason
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| Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Shame
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| Sing the words in line and prey
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| Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Shame
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| Walk, willfully in reins
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| Hurricanes are coming like empires
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| Rising seas your willful God’s damning lake of fire
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| And your certainty dismisses solution
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| The result of our behavior is the reason that you run
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| It’s a sonnet
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| There’s no way to put a ribbon on it
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| While you’re leaving
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| The rest of us will be here grieving
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| Cradling our reason
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| Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Shame
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| Follow the party line and prey
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| Hallowed be Thy Shame, Thy Name
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| March willingly
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| Into wars
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| Won’t be named, won’t be framed, won’t be strange
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| You and not just them will fight for land, hanging man
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| Will you still prey then?
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| I’m done arguing
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| Our fate is bound by innovation, not theory or fiction
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| That book you love but never read shouldn’t leap into debate
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| Especially when your faith absolves you of empathy
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| Accountability
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| Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Shame
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| Sing the words in time and prey
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| Hallowed be Thy Name, Thy Shame
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| Fight for a home in the name
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| In the name
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| We will be killing for it |