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In the garden where he was cast out by the lord |
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Flames an Omni-directional sword |
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For he as ever failed to gather up the fruit |
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And thus was banished with his loot |
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He cantered aimlessly through endless permutations of night |
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Seeking a purpose and the meaning of kin |
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And when it finally came to him |
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You could've mistook it for the meaning of sin |
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The women wish him well |
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Every time he cast off marching to hell |
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Now if you've never seen a terrible sight |
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Stroll the garden of earthly delight |
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Maybe we can make it right - someday |
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I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars |
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He knelt down before the unholy mob - who cried |
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"War is god!" |
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Gleaming outwardly with great pride - and |
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Prepared to die |
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The women wish him well |
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Every time he cast off marching to hell |
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Now if you've never seen a terrible sight |
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Stroll the garden of earthly delight |
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Maybe we can make it right - someday |
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I'll see you high above the Fields of Mars |
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Who cannot fight anymore |
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Will never love any less |
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That kid inside of murder |
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Must be committed |
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To live a life of hostility |
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Never asking what it means |
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When mother nation |
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Blood and religion |
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Sanction killing upon the Fields of Mars |
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High above the Fields of Mars |
