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i am without origin and from whom every beginning comes forth |
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i am the ancient of days to declare that i am a day by myself |
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alone i am the day that does not shine by the sun rather by me |
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that the sun is ignited i am the reason that it is |
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not made perceptible by anyone else |
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rather i am the one |
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i own every being that lives, draws breath, and soothes to gaze at my |
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countenance |
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i have created mirrors in which i consider myself without end |
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through wonders of my originality i have prepared for myself these mirrors |
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so they may revend and maintain song of praise |
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for i have a voice like a thunderbolt by which i keep in motion the entire |
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universe |
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in the living sounds of all creation and this i have done who am the ancient of |
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days |
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by my word which was and is without beginning i calls all the mighty lights to |
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emerge |
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and in this light countless sparks which are angels |
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but when the angels came to awareness withint their light |
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they forgot me and wanted to be as i am |
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therefore the vengeance of my punitive zeal rejected in thunderclaps those |
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beings |
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which had presumed to contradict me |
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for there is only one God and no other but me |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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and we bow our knees before him |
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who is dead from the beginning |
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and his law was the law of the lies |
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and his temples were temples of pain |
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his Christ and his pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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with their dogma and their doctrine of deceit |
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he created thw world in his glory |
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so we should offer him praise |
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but Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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wait in judgment with their feet bathed in blood |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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a world without end, amen |
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from Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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a trinity of lies and deceit |
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and their love was for them and their friends |
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and their lies for books they wrote |
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and their deceit bring down my pain |
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and the mushroom clouds were falling |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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shall wait at the end of all time |
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will you believe in a God that is dead? |
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who may die in an article of faith |
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whose beauty is nailed to our face |
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a Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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the fates and faith of the dead |
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sometimes falling softly like winter's snow |
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sometimes falling ice so hard with red rain made of blood |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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a throne at the end of the road |
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we shall crawl with our knees so broken |
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ripped and torn and burned and pulled and dragged on the way |
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we were turning, we were burning in the fires |
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and the people that stoked it are they |
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it was Christ that left tenants of love |
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the Armageddon angels of bliss |
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Apocalypse with a kiss |
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from Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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and every Apocalypse was theirs |
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and the fun of the fare, impaled |
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and their flames were the shadows on our lives |
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flames filled with war |
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turning and burning at the gods |
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of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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how much longer do we live under a cloud |
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in the shadow of shit that they gave us |
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every religion has its price |
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and we have all paid and paid and paid and paid |
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again and again and again |
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and we carry our pain in our blood |
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he was not alone when he shed the red fluid of his life |
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it was finished for him but not us |
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and they stand still in their judgment of us |
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oh Christ and the pale queens |
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Christ and the pale queens |
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and soon their turn shall come |
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will they turn on the rack as before |
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and dogs cast their throats to the sun |
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as we cast down these idols |
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oh Christ and your pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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give us your blessing, give us your hearing |
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look upon on us your children with love |
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we have sinned, we have burned, we are wrong |
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but give us your blessing, not your vengeance |
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oh Christ and your gods |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ! |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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look on this, look on this your handiwork |
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all of this is yours |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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again and again you give and you take away |
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and all that we are left with now is filth |
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gentle, innocent and mild |
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mighty one is love alone |
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my saviour's love to me |
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love to the loveless |
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so that we might love thee |
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gentle, Jesus is a shine |
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you in your sole corner |
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and me in mine |
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i am the law of the laws |
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he came down from heavens and danced on the earth |
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the tune of Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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and wars upserged the flame of locusts |
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and many years of many more to come |
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thanks to Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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and give every Christmas wrapped in the colour of the pale sheep of Galilea |
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nail to each promise |
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oh Christ and the pale queens give us mercy |
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they're so good and they're so fine |
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giver and taker of life |
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a kiss from the Apocalypse |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
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Christ and the pale queens mighty in sorrow |
