| Rise the I individual, out from this shapeless mass.
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| Waiting for an Event which will never happen.
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| Poor illusion and sleeping hypocrisy.
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| Fearful criminals of mass mediocrity, they’ve got the crazy of fanatics.
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| Someone speaks about the end of an old millennium,
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| someone else be trust began age of culture spiritual,
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| but I think it s the end for ambitions of the men,
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| cause the illusion of 'em all, make think be what they’re not.
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| Roman Jubileum triumph of illusion. |
| Blood Sectarianism, violence explosion.
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| Liar Jubileum of cadaver religion I need other things, want to celebrate.
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| Rise the altar bestial morfic God. |
| Idol Goddog, hail the name Hecate.
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| Parade of rotten faces stage of holy see.
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| Business clerical, establishment guided by Polach Pope
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| Holy fucking father.
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| Pilgrimage of tourism, massification.
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| Honest indifference, cause the things are the same.
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| Just event could happen in a different way.
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| It’s the cult of the man, golem automaton.
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| Instead I celebrate calendar of the moon.
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| They are concentrate on a fictious date
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| Date will never strike the two thousand,
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| Priest have built miracles for all believers
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| Wven stake and torments for their martyrs. |