| One consumed the enlightment from the ground
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| Others created sensation from mind unbound
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| Sane turned to saint in delusion
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| Tuned in with mass hypnosis
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| Light speed divinity rises from the soil
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| A religious junkie is here to fed
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| With instruments like nail and hammer
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| Transcendent race arrived to the treshold of insanity
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| Step in with the keys to profound gods
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| Kneel down to lick the feet of the fooled
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| Swallow the wafer with love you swine
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| As one shot for glory, two for the show
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| Legacy of sains in disguise
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| With sinister laughter and dolphin’s tongue
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| Drop out from this paradoxical sleep
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| To a slumber where to see the indentity of opposites
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| Then make a u-turn in the circle and fear
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| There’s a man on the cross
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| Tell all there’s a sign on the cross
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| Invite them to stone the pest down
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| For the sake of doctrines to not to come true |