| The sacred rites of the undead
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| The unseen can read or write the unsaid
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| The moon turns night and the sun red
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| Stars fall from the heights, here comes
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| Upon his tongue was eternal life and bloodshed
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| And then the waters sprung from his daughter’s head
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| The pineal where Jacob fell
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| Wrestle the devil and Gabriel
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| Black guardians of the gates of hell
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| Past and modern men deface Israel
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| A map to the origin to creating cells
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| From gas to carbon tin, from eight to twelve
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| The baby swell inside the sack of the spaceship gel
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| The spirit of Christ compels
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| After, the flood hit
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| Then Noah, people made their houses out of mud bricks
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| The sons of God and the daughters of men blood mixed
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| Fly like the artificial earth first satellite Sputnik
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| Night hood gnosticism
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| Lord, let it now be pressed distortions
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| Son, surely useless narcissism, the mental disorder
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| I’m the wind-walker
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| I ascend from flying saucer to talk to the
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| Beating drums and
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| And the Maroons, the ones with locks
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| It’s shown of people Zimbabwe
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| The Bantu and Hebrews called Yahweh
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| From the, the gods too from Allah’s school
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| The wise speaker from the tribe of Ouachita
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| And the Iroquois, they said my craft made a scary noise as it landed
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| I came to they clan as Turquoise, walking as man
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| Coming from the church
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| On my path, my road is littered with mics and scrolls exhibits
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| And where I go, there’s no soul permitted |