| Welcome you fool of blunder
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| Insert rite of nether dreams
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| Sheep or leader, your worth equals filth
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| I grant illusions of purging flesh
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| No dog shall be spared
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| Pollution I carry unsuspected
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| Erupted sanity I hereby sell you reign
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| Fallen figures on their knees cry sacrilegious
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| Enticed by fruits of life
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| As death was sent to collect
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| Silent praying spreads
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| Through the air without response
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| Storm of sick and wealth
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| Lights go out, stunning chill
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| Waves of sin brought to kill
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| Screams eroding panic
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| Wxplodes to their delight
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| Storm of sick and wrath
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| Fair angels demons follow
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| Where there is grace they shall nest
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| To smear their loathing and put them to rest
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| Wings of gold ripped off cold
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| Left dead without a soul
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| Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fist
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| Bereft of life indeed
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| Ripe and sweet, birth out of grain
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| Rotting meat all that remains
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| Sin may bring relief
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| Witness in awe the sight of celebration
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| Plow through it all, find nothing but deception
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| Leap into the furnace flames
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| Attack in numbers, let them stroke
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| Sanctimony breeds here undisturbed for reasons
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| No one knows and no one will
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| Darkness leads, eminent in gifts levitate and shifts
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| Watched from below transformed and flawed
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| No one’s left behind pain
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| Is here to stay these last of days
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| Silent praying spreads
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| Through the air without response
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| Storm of sick and wrath
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| Lights go out, stunning chill
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| Waves of sin brought to kill
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| Screams eroding panic
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| Explodes to their delight
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| Storm of sick and wrath
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| Thief of them all
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| Portrayed as distant somber
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| Hence they shall fall
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| Provoked and in time to reap the call
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| Fair angels demon follow
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| Where there is grace they shall nest
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| To smear their loathing and put them to rest
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| Wings of gold ripped off cold
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| Left dead without a soul
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| Upon dethroning their glory, a bleeding fest
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| All that’s left dies here with sorrow
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| Where angels go demons follow
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| Declining not shining deep
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| Is the pit where they all now sleep |