| We «won the War»
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| We made a temple to thieves
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| Enshrining the great criminal who promised heaven without God
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| If we had sight to seem
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| To see the seven seas could cease to be
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| Or freeze in me
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| We’d shake this sudden sundering and subsequently
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| Cross the strait
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| And traverse the wastes
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| We’ll beat your rifles to shovels
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| And dig a proper grave for our sons
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| Who saw
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| The end
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| Of God:
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| Wasteland
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| The flag
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| Will fall
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| With the wall we built:
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| Wasteland
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| Apostate to the State
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| Witness to the Dead:
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| For you know only a heap of broken Image
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| And when you rid this earth of God we shall shelter Him underground
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| Fall into the coldest wastes of humanity —
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| Darkening circles fed by deepening graves. |
| «Death solves all problems,»
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| Your heart is a statistic
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| No mother, no resistance… but still she precludes the grave
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| They saw
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| The end
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| Of God:
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| Wasteland
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| The flag
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| Will fall
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| With the walls we built:
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| Wasteland |