| The outside world has its own open sores by our mores. |
| To be sanitized
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| Filthy! |
| Unclean! |
| What do they fear? |
| This is their evil this year. |
| Why do
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| They fear? |
| The clearly defined «Bad guys.» |
| Follow whomever you believe and
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| Raise a torch to our family, the bl inded mind and eye is their disease. |
| We
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| Are more in death then they’ll ever be. |
| They will all follow suit and
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| Execute a sentence of death for malicious fools. |
| You will not bend but break
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| Our wills. |
| The smell of burning blood and still the ladder clung to g ether
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| Around one. |
| The embodiment of the pure, but yet she burned. |
| The demiurge
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| Her breath never wavered, heart never faltered until the last. |
| Beware the
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| Hands of fear. |
| We were the light they could not see. |
| But where the bloodline
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| Ends is where you begin. |
| You, the enlightened |