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Beyond the |
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Stage where we all meet, the |
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Mirages of |
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Children Kings, |
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Sin Omnium breeds |
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Reveries: |
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All must be dead, the |
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Windmen's lurid |
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Masks & hellish |
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Laughters. |
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Greed Generation |
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Zero, Wheels in the |
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World Machine, |
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Child Emperors 2000 countlessly march to the |
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Katalypse. |
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When Suicide turns |
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Shots & Showers golden in |
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Siren Seas and swallowing until we sleep - |
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Strangulation |
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Alpha With thirteen |
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Wounds in every |
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Hand we creep the |
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Circles for our |
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Lord, a burning |
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Star for each to gnaw, |
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All must be dead except the |
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Forests of the strangled |
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Necks. And through |
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Year-Millions we stray |
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Million Manias, a |
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Cannibal-Lighthouse was built of our |
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Nights. And it drags us towards sweet |
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Assnakements through deep |
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Gullet-Tunnels with |
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Dark on each |
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Side. Fornever will a |
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Word lament, nor any |
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Deeds our |
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Feelings show, since somewhen |
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Times are sure to come when all is dead, in all |
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Directions throttled to the |
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Ground. |
