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(J. Nordavind '94) |
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Whipped and pierced, |
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you disbehave. |
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Underneath the whip |
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to soothe the beast |
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Burn a candle from my soul, |
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for I will never do the same. |
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Cause I see beauty in another things |
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and that is light is the wilderness alone. |
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Kneel before me |
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and shine my shoes. |
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I give you much |
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but you want more |
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I am the long arm of unforgivingness. |
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Beholder of all chains. |
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This tool of great destruction. |
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This life of feces and filth. |
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Pick up your teeth with broken fingers. |
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Lick the blood of your cracked lips. |
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The colour purple seems to fit you |
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Bow down... |