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Now I am become death. |
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Crawling, slithering along the edge. |
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Shattered splinters, frozen in an eruption of light. |
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Craving for stench of divine rot. |
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Scratching the bare core of hideous truth. |
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Wherewith shall it be received, |
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when the soule's precious vessel lies ruined and lost? |
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Now I am become death. |
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Pierced by those signals of transcendence. |
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Right at the 5 minutes of salvation. |
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The bitter blood of the Lamb. |
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Shattered grace. Ashen virtue. |
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The horror. The horror. |
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A precious jewel of His making. |
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And as the light embraces the wanderer, |
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as knees bend as thought is obliterated, |
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with the very moment that resistance has ceased, |
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now, I am become death, the enemy of man. |