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Each time I speak |
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An angel falls beheaded from the heavens |
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Each time my foot meets the soil |
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The celestial fruits wither to dust |
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I was the one to offer them my gifts |
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Obsessive pearls for the absent generations |
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When the old nations were hammered down |
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I stood there strangling them to their final sleep |
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Persistance has overcome |
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In order to achieve the clearest triumphancy |
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Seek not for the obvious nor the visible |
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And thus, thou might become a part of me |
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I am sure you must know me |
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For I am the taste in the veins of those who enjoyed the carnage |
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Halls beyond the blinded eyes |
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The wells right in front of their souls |
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Trapped in the current trails of simplicity |
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Abandoned inner stigmas, now purely manifest |
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The future is driven through my palms |
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Your deficiency was painted by my speech |
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The Master's empyrean yearns for no rest |
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I deliver the goblets of venom, two for each... |
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One for your scattered bones |
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And the other for your dreams |
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I am the one offering you my gifts |
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Obsessive pearls for the present generations |
