| Dearly beguiled, we’re gathered to commemorate
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| this blessing that became the greatest of mistakes.
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| The sword soul and flesh have since then become one.
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| This impasse has become the single source for slandered tongue.
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| Now we are being slowly erased with what we were made.
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| This impasse will trickle flames and offer us a testing taste.
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| Now this is what they had spoken of.
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| But when the sun gives out we rise.
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| This is our forthcoming.
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| We rise.
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| This is the end.
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| Or is it just the end of?
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| This is the end.
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| Or is it just the end of?
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| Time will taint and seconds force open our eyes.
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| The core of light will break and force the world to realize.
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| Lubricating lungs with sweet venomistic wine.
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| Meets pounding sheets as it captivates.
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| Into the casket this case confines each and every thought.
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| Asphyxiated.
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| My mind slowly begins to rot.
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| And all will rot and writhe until we rise.
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| A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth.
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| And all will witness the reversal of decrepit birth.
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| A day will come and soon everyone will realize
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| that in living we have crafted our own self-demise.
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| A day will come when the dead will rise.
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| A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth. |