| TO THE DEAD
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| What does the dark cry
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| Death lies always in wait
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| And what is the thing called death
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| It’s the love of the mother for her son
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| Can we have both life and love
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| Or do they oppose one another?
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| Eros flames up
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| Then silence, stillness, and darkness
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| Blackness around
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| Penetrate and oppress
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| A voice whispers
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| TO THE DEAD
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| And now
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| Initiation is in the tomb
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| And what is the thing called death
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| The vision of God finally dissolves
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| The bright place of relief
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| That piercing sword of truth
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| We find in evil eyes
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| In silence, stillness, and darkness
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| Our god fell from heaven
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| The flaming sword is dropped
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| Into the abyss
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| POISONED LIFE
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| These are my seven sermons:
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| One thing we know is we’re surely dying
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| All that we have shall turn to dust
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| Everyone that we love will bring us pain
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| Famine is near
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| And every escape is our imagination
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| God cares less
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| About this fucking earth
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| EXTINCTION
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| Death Dust Pain Famine No Escape
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| God Cares Less
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| Extinction |