| How he knows every wretch’s death
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| and none of them are crystal believers.
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| They all shiver under fate’s icy breath,
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| but turn their face to the seeming deceicer.
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| Alarm!
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| to all the foul aberrations
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| who feed off the disgust of the masses,
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| all joined together
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| to make a scrap of a living.
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| The eye sees all. |
| The eye says so.
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| Behold!
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| Their defective bodies in wonder,
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| the creeps and whores, the wicked and deformed.
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| Amazement paints the faces in the rickety bleachers,
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| they scream for more of the modern horror:
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| (only one creature knows their awful end)
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| A justified torturous completion
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| of all their wrong doings and black sins
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| forcasted in crystal visions,
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| slouched over the clear Seeing Eye.
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| He marks down each death and he quivers…
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| How he knows every wretch’s death
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| and none of them crystal believers. |