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Your sword drawn |
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Glorious and humble |
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There will be blood |
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There will be love |
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From rotten bodies |
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New life will grow |
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Our knowledge dissolved |
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And fixed into one and holy goal |
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A new cornerstone |
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The white light is born now |
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There will be blood |
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We sorely bare |
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The weight of our soul |
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The one we avoided |
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Was endlessly close |
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The mirror broke |
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At our selves exposed |
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Our Wholeness resoldered |
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The higher and lower halves |
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Torn asunder no more |
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There is no love |
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That shed any blood |
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The union of irreconcilables |
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Life and death arose |
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In the purest form |
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A light clothed by a watery body |
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This fire does not burn |
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And salt is no longer bitter |
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All is only as one |
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There will be blood |
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There will be love |