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Dearly beguiled, we're gathered to commemorate |
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this blessing that became the greatest of mistakes. |
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The sword soul and flesh have since then become one. |
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This impasse has become the single source for slandered tongue. |
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Now we are being slowly erased with what we were made. |
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This impasse will trickle flames and offer us a testing taste. |
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Now this is what they had spoken of. |
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But when the sun gives out we rise. |
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This is our forthcoming. |
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We rise. |
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This is the end. |
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Or is it just the end of? |
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This is the end. |
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Or is it just the end of? |
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Time will taint and seconds force open our eyes. |
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The core of light will break and force the world to realize. |
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Lubricating lungs with sweet venomistic wine. |
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Meets pounding sheets as it captivates. |
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Into the casket this case confines each and every thought. |
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Asphyxiated. |
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My mind slowly begins to rot. |
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And all will rot and writhe until we rise. |
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A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth. |
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And all will witness the reversal of decrepit birth. |
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A day will come and soon everyone will realize |
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that in living we have crafted our own self-demise. |
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A day will come when the dead will rise. |
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A day will come when the dead will rise up from the earth. |
