| The chosen one glows like the sun
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| Pure of heart, wide in eye
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| Sweet she sings, sings her hymns
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| Golden girl dances by
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| He is filth. |
| Scum of God
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| Black as night. |
| Mute and sick
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| Sent by the Lord. |
| The boy his sword
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| To reap the gold. |
| To use the stick
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| He watches her from his side in the blood
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| Waiting for the holy call for her blood
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| Every moon she comes close to her Lord
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| Sick with suffering. |
| The stench and filth of him
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| Death all around him. |
| The flies, the dogs, the din
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| King of death and pain. |
| Ruler of the slain
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| All in Gods name. |
| Creatures for the maim
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| I’ll come for you soon for my God is my want
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| Your eyes. |
| Your face. |
| An angel for the world to see
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| My God is my want
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| Sickle in hand. |
| Over her I stand
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| Fear and love. |
| Red and tears I see
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| My God is my want. |
| My God is my want
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| My God is my want. |
| My fucking God is my want
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| There he lay for his God. |
| A final time
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| The silent one. |
| Fallen son. |
| A final night |