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I won't just steal your thunder |
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I'll have your lightning as well |
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As crushing blow of hammer |
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Annihilating those grating steeple bells |
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As hairline cracks to fragments! |
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Standing up on high, spraying golden rain |
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Down on to the waiting faces |
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Of you pious, worthless swine |
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Hear my sermon splashing down all around you, children |
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We would not even waste one single match |
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On you trough-fed, hook-lined, soul-sunk bottom-feeders |
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Never mind chapter and so-called verse |
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I shall instead content myself with loosing my bowels upon you |
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To drown your herd in a flurry of slurry |
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Soul starved bodies crushed, throats stuffed with my falling angels |
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Yours, in mocking memory! |
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After all, you are only worthwhile as fertilizer |
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To the gallows with your lack of humour! |
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You, who do not play well with words! |
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Hammer blow upon hammer blow |
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Hammer blow upon hammer blow |
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Upon Eternity's Anvil! |
