| He worships dogs and reptiles
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| He blackens his eyes with soot like a prostitute
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| He dances and plays the cymbals in vile nilotic rites
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| I am asked if he has gone mad
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| If he has been bewitched, having coupled with a sorceress
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| For he has become soulless, degenerate
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| In thrall to the detestable and unclean antedeluvial rites of the phallus
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| More ancient than even the river Nile
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| Groveling in a world of numbing debauchery
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| Sodded, addicted, degraded
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| Fallen into depravity
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| He has sown the seeds of madness
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| Consumed by irrationality
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| Decadence, deviancy and excess
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| What one worships, one becomes
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| Whores, hermaphrodites, lickspittles
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| The corrupt and the drunken are all that is left him
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| For he is wretched
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| Consumed by lascivious and abominable orgies of flesh and blood
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| Infected by impious acts
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| A slave to the immortal passions
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| That contaminate and defile the soul
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| Inflicted with incurable decay
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| Staggering witlessly to his doom
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| What one worships, one becomes
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| What one worships, one becomes
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| What one worships |