| Died and buried, now on this inox table
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| It was inner body that was tattoo his heritage
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| Perhapse a new beginning…
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| Throughout his veins and throughout his flesh
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| It was enough to understand or to interpret
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| Analyze, dissected, to order the labyrinth
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| To distil creates the rite and the faith
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| Under… lonely stars
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| Thunder… inner madness and scars
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| Plunder… life’s rape, evolutions shape
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| Believer… on your knees and pray!
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| And those who one knowns…
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| Beat, that says the clown…
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| Drown in the media camera…
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| Born again a new philosophy!
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| They know, now what they see
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| Thirteen the number of the nines unknown
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| The worst and the better, the three!
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| Thirteen Stanislas Crowley Rosencreit |