| Vast sights, stakes piercing Mother Earth
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| In the kingdom of «Sin» they lived
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| Now shunned away, staked and left
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| As they fought the battles of the psyche
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| Like so many years ago
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| They now feed lions to the Christians
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| For what purpose? |
| One might ask
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| The purification of the soul?
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| And everlasting life, so heavenly?
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| They cannot see, what lies beneath
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| Right or left, eyes shut, open wide
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| As they walk the path they most despise
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| Killing, rejecting
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| They now feed lions to the Christians
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| For what purpose? |
| One might ask
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| In a crusade against individuality
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| Who can decide, what is right?
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| Weather to despise the sun or moon, or neither
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| As both have massive powers, untamed
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| But still I walk the vast planes
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| And all my eyes see
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| And all my eyes see
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| Are the fields of the heads, staked
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| They now feed lions to the Christians
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| For what purpose? |
| One might ask |