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Heart replaced with stone and a necklace of scars |
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I plunge this equation into mine veins |
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Mine voice so far from mine voice |
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Mine hand so far from mine own hand |
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Voices from the angel on mine left thumb |
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Whisper terrible words and perversities |
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From a long flagellated vessel |
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Oh more, much much more is found of us |
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From the pandemonium |
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Begins the nativity of sin and death |
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Becoming most vain serpent |
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Everlasting perverse calculus |
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Heart replaced with stone |
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And a necklace of scars |
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From a long flagellated vessel |
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Now mine voice, mine hand, and mine heart |
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Herald the glorious becoming |
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The most vile of secrets |
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All of this troth |
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Given to mortification |
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Face down and obedient |
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Truths illuminated, no longer obscured |
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Full in emptiness complete |
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In wonder of malignant spirit |
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Impious yet desiderative |
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Plunge this equation into thy vein |
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Regurgitating on the crown of Sabbath |