| By beauty and by fear,
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| Along with hunger’s tears.
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| By the last of the day’s heat,
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| The broken women weep.
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| So take my dying soul.
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| It never felt so old.
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| I thank my enemy
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| For having thought of me.
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| Desires on the shadow of God.
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| Who becomes the last to fall?
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| Hate, in the soul of them all.
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| Do we live, awakened, hoping?
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| Raise your eyes to him, for him.
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| Here it comes, closer, closer.
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| At every hour death seems closer.
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| Long shadows surround me, call me.
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| I feel its hand upon me.
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| I smell its death upon me.
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| And its midnight conquers me.
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| And now — it is me!
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| Carry the old words home
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| And lay them into stone.
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| As hard as the earth,
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| We leave a cold new curse.
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| Unknown words lying
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| Under my speech dying.
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| Where the altar should have been,
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| Can no longer be seen.
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| I’d seen bastions fall,
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| And I pity your war.
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| I seize your thorn
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| And I am known to all whores.
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| I danced in a dream.
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| I did not make a sound.
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| I have seen what
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| I cannot receive.
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| Whispering my given name.
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| Unfurls the fingers of flame.
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| Nameless sons and daughters of sin.
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| Step forward when you hear the bells ring. |