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Profoundly punished am |
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I Bound to bear witness to this global masquerade |
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In which kings and fools may be the same |
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Theatrical innocence and whoredom are abloom |
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In the rotten hierarchy fundamentally deaf to all truths |
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Narrow is the path of the compassionate |
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Vain is the philanthropic approach |
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Making haste from the womb to the stage |
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To star an incoherrent martyrplay |
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I bow to Osiris- |
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Typhon And to the grandeur of |
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His ascendancy |
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Within, about and beyond me |
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I extol the sun-outshining |
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Mercury That steals the feeble's vision |
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Consider me as a potential iconoblast |
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As a gun pointed at your foreheads |
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Without mercy and remorse |
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I tread on the debris of benevolence |
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And assault the most sacrosanct |
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Corrupted to the core and, yet, so sinless |
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Terminally short on dignity |
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Just barely breathing in morality's stranglehold |
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If self-delusion was a crime, |
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You'd be taken straight to the gallows |
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Narrow is the path of the compassionate |
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Vain is the philanthropic approach |
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Making haste from the womb to the stage |
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To star an incoherrent martyrplay |
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Profoundly rewarded am |
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I Stripped of all humane amidst this global masquerade |
