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Through acrid clouds of summer flies |
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The garden swells with a thousand more wise |
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Forever flung to celestial dreams |
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Clawing at the grave of the dead |
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NazareneI watch the storm approaching, the darkness calls my name |
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The trees are growing restless, they feel the season change |
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Their fruit has putrified, forbidden once and bound to die |
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The thread of life lies severed on the brink of paradise |
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Grinning winds of hate unfurled |
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Dash towers tall that grip the sun |
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Talons stretch her veil |
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Reclamation, our time has come |
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Autumn spreads its golden wings |
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And lays the path for those unseen |
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A tangled web of evil spun at last |
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Winter spawn from barren thighs |
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To readdress, to slay the blind |
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And throw the reins untethered to the skies |
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They pray to the full moon rising |
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Diana moving with such infinite grace |
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Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall |
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How many secrets can they read by your face? |
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Will they know of majesty |
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Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep? |
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And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores? |
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Will their |
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God of bridled love |
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Assuage our rule from planes above |
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Ar shrink in fear from |
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Chaos roused for war? |
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WarWrest askew the nails that have held you, lurking deep |
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September prayers are waning burn the shrines of fettered sheep |
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Spearhead the insurrection of a world that seeks no end |
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We are what we are, what we shall be, again |
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Appear, draped in terror to the comfort of your kin |
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Stain the milky sunset red and let the other in |
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Summer's dying |
