| Of wretched god and sullen ties
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| Is nothing hard for me to think
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| Yet, I rather think of something far
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| More admissible
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| Sour face of just thoughts
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| I disincline!
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| Forcing you at cold death torment
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| Laugh not certain when you die
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| There is no such hope as the end
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| No hope is given until you fry
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| Coventrizing ownself to pus, and
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| Cowardice
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| I despise!
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| A leerlike tantrum in my eyes
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| Seek no death nor hope
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| Defile is my foe
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| Cross the line to life
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| Cross the line to life!
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| Heed the seething of my heart
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| Which I’ve sent to the burning realms
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| And even if God gave me torment
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| And tried to cleanse my soul
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| A mortal man with mortal sin
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| Hate within remains
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| Now life begin!
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| Twine in thoughts of the arriving
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| Twine through the archaean
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| Athwart the etherial luminary singe
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| I claim the death of pain
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| Forced to admit the nature of enough
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| And rend the cloth of done
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| The locution enmity is gone
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| A mortal man with mortal sin
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| Hate within remains
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| Heed the seething of my heart
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| Which I’ve sent to the burning realms
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| Heed the seething of my heart
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| Which I’ve sent to the burning realms
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| Ebonrinded now returns Yet pure
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| Hear not a far cry of fraudulent!
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| Fear not a far cry of fraudulent dream… |