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Passion stains the godless taste |
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The human eye now raped and dazed |
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Our marks of shame soon worn away |
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The spider's trapped in a web of clay |
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Naked in the desert of delight |
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Banish the throughts into the night |
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Scarecrow servant of demise |
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Parting the honey from the flies |
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What's in the veins is what to keep |
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Still the floods of raptures sound asleep |
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Visions fade and die at ease |
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Inferior slaves are ours to please |
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The last of shadows shapes the end |
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From mountains high it all descends |
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One single dagger unleash the doom |
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Creation falls in my closed room |