| I plunge this equation into mine veins
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| Mine voice so far from mine voice
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| Mine hand so far from mine own hand
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| Voices from the angel on mine left thumb
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| Whisper terrible words and perversities
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| From a long flagellated vessel
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| Oh more, much much more is found of us
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| From the pandemonium
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| Begins the nativity of sin and death
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| Becoming most vain serpent
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| Everlasting perverse calculus
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| Heart replaced with stone
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| And a necklace of scars
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| From a long flagellated vessel
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| Now mine voice, mine hand, and mine heart
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| Herald the glorious becoming
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| The most vile of secrets
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| All of this troth
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| Given to mortification
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| Face down and obedient
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| Truths illuminated, no longer obscured
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| Full in emptiness complete
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| In wonder of malignant spirit
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| Impious yet desiderative
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| Plunge this equation into thy vein
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| Regurgitating on the crown of Sabbath |