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The destroying genius of idols |
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Will shroud the world with utter lies |
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Dance the cobbles, his abode named Dis |
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Portraits have spoken their masters distress |
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Icons with kisses, tell me who have seen this |
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Failing Enochian tapestries |
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Depict the prince of fallen virtues |
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In almost poetic rhapsody |
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Masterbate to the sound of the knell |
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The Patchetic stench of dying children |
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Perhaps our fall is certain |
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Limbs entwined in absolute contoursion |
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Please put off your veil |
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Your heart is blameless |
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And I shudder for knowing it |
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A hot May makes a fat churchyard |
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And Lychfowel breed in chaotic frenzy |
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Her cry was the saddest of all earths sounds |
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Trauma bites hard the hearts of Kin |
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Swept away by a moments sadness |
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They say rage is a brief madness |
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By way of the beloveds farewell |
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Give back to nature what we first did take |
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And monuments would slowly fill |
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The agendas' of Kings and Queens |
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In silence our faces bleed |
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The holy voice torn away by the gale |
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Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you |
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Love is a game where both players cheat |
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Gone is the tale of Hero and Leander |
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Women are angels yet wedlock's the devil |
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To have and to hold but death no longer parts |
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Harlots and sluts, whores of our world |
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Expose their stinking vaginas' |
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Many who have no will of their own |
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Hold their souls towards the sinister bloom |
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Are you rich oh lord of vanity |
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As you peddle your wears of cruelty |
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Dressed up so you look the part |
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So blind, it's ignorance you wear |
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Quite brutal beyond belief |
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Sores that weep their septic tears |
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Dragged out through war torn lifetimes |
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And death shall feast on us all |
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The mills of God grind slowly |
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The adorable light of that which is most divine |
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The fascination of her shape |
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With mansions of awe and splendour |
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Elegant in simplicity |
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So at last your faith rewards you |
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Through fields enriched with pastel shade |
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And fragrant lavenders soft to smell |
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You laugh and drink wine of no great age |
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Nature does scent the farthest shores |
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Face to face your angelic host |
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All hopes in you imperishably kept |
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Is God your wish and all your dreams |
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If your body is frail then yes by all means |
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Make yourself all honey and the flies will devour you |
