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A glory that shines in every atrocity |
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Reveals itself in every vile act |
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Cleans itself in despondence |
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And the pit known only to broken men |
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Deafening are its secrets |
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Again attacking sanctity |
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With blasphemy and fornication |
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A law written as it is spoken |
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Past crooked lips |
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And the pit known only to broken men |
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Deafening are its secrets |
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Every particle of hatred |
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Sends direct for convocation |
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This world is for death |
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Parched and barren |
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Conduit to the suffering of the universe |
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And the grasp of its destructiveness |
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Cannot slumber |
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From this pit of degradation |
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Eyes, tongue and sword |
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Suckle at the honey |
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Sour, dejected and wretched |
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Risen above the calls of the flesh |
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Tearing deeper |
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Tearing deeper |
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And again the massive conspiracy against all life |
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No air |
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No exit |
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Futility is the first gradual |
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Then utter |
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All are, at once, taken to the destroying place |
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And under the crossroads |
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To keep the corpses down |