| Beyond the veil I see time’s purpose in the passing
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| Imagined visions left congealing on the stone
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| 'neath which the ritual, the old convention
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| Dispels the glamour of the corpse upon the throne
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| Born to a failed prophecy
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| All they knew was a fallacy
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| Their eyes turned blind in disbelief
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| To the higher truth: All is vanity
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| All empires fall into obscurity
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| All horizons fail
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| The more I know the less I hope
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| Your every action is indiffrence
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| And progenation is th tritest of them all
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| The seed they scatter, begetting vessels
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| Filled with the hollow promise of a false eternity
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| Behold
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| Graven in the image of the godhead
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| Wrought by benefactors of the creed
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| Whether robed in flesh of flock or shepherd
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| All is vanity
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| All empires fall into obscurity
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| All horizons fail
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| The more I know the less I hope
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| All is vanity
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| All is vanity
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| All is vanity
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| Covenants to empower and enslave
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| In false worth of life
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| In flock of Christ
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| Behind the gilt conceit
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| We bear the earth forged manacles of faiths great treachery
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| Great darkness lies ‘neath marble skies
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| So thinly veiled, I implore once more; |
| apostasy!
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| What does man gain by all the toil at which he toils under the sun?
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| A parable to clutch?
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| This world a monument to shame
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| All is vanity
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| A striving after wind
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| All monotony
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| The more I know; |
| all is vanity!
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| All empires fall into obscurity
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| All horizons fail
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| The more I know the less I hope |