| A glory that shines in every atrocity
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| Reveals itself in every vile act
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| Cleans itself in despondence
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| And the pit known only to broken men
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| Deafening are its secrets
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| Again attacking sanctity
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| With blasphemy and fornication
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| A law written as it is spoken
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| Past crooked lips
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| And the pit known only to broken men
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| Deafening are its secrets
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| Every particle of hatred
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| Sends direct for convocation
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| This world is for death
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| Parched and barren
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| Conduit to the suffering of the universe
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| And the grasp of its destructiveness
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| Cannot slumber
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| From this pit of degradation
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| Eyes, tongue and sword
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| Suckle at the honey
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| Sour, dejected and wretched
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| Risen above the calls of the flesh
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| Tearing deeper
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| Tearing deeper
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| And again the massive conspiracy against all life
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| No air
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| No exit
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| Futility is the first gradual
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| Then utter
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| All are, at once, taken to the destroying place
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| And under the crossroads
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| To keep the corpses down |