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A certain kind of delusion |
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That even. you can't penetrate |
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A strangling cloud of deception |
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Envelops a jealous, empty being |
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A preacher, preying an the fragile |
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Blinded by self importance |
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Sowing infected seeds |
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Delivering an empty curse |
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Armed with a vile tongue |
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Spewing forth sweet blasphemy |
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Sacrificing loyalists |
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To feed a bitter soul |
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With wicked vows delivered, |
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We stood steadfast and true |
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Embraced by fellow kindred, |
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Slaughtered where we slept |
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Through our own ascension, |
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Whilst clawing at our chests |
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A lasting peace restored, |
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As we shed our rotting flesh |
