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Corpus Christi - Invictus |
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Our wisdom is the raving of fools. |
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Our knowledge is partial and full of holes. |
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What can you offer me that I could never lose? |
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This is my offering. A sacrifice you must choose. |
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Die to yourself. |
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This sacrifice you must choose. |
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I am called to stand and be counted |
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among the victorious dead. |
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When self was laid aside, |
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I became more than I had been. |
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And on the day I die, |
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I rise to walk again. |
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Crucified to the flesh I am bound in, |
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I am the victorious dead. |
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Selflessness breeds fearlessness. |
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To face our lives, our death, or anything. |
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It's all the same. |