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A cosmic and eternal blaze bursts my cell |
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Linked from skies to organic chasms |
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I had mistaken creeds and reality |
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Praised the myths of father, mother and the rebel |
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That's rot! |
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Humans go away via erosion |
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Take it for Gospel |
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Your orator is hence |
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The new paragon |
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The molten metal gnaws my torment |
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Here I am victorious, |
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Victorious in my insanity, |
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Over the greatest deceit of all time |
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In an ultimate effort from which my blazing spirit shoots up |
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The blade of my cry tears the Machivaellian bind |
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That made me too humanistic |
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Here I am now wandering in my own death |
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Tempting you to follow and cut forever |
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The cord which binds your decaying soul |
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To your erroneous creeds |