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Thou serpent speak nothing but lies, with thy holy infested tongues. But |
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Thou shall never touch my spirit, thou rapist of misguided souls. |
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Awakening from the cursed trance. Sinning through free spirited dance. Rebel |
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Searching for strength inside. Banished thrown out from the light. |
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Preach not of right and wrong. Lecture not how life unfolds. Speak not of |
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Peace of mind. There is no truth it's not to be found. |
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Terror through spiritual persecution. Judging all individual solutions. But |
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I fear not your threat of damnation. Instead I gloat of your pity pray for |
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Salvation |
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Preach not of right and wrong. Lecture not of how life unfolds. Speak not of |
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Peace of mind. There is no truth it's not to be found. |
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A prisoner of belief in hot red sand. Trapped in the desert, no sight of |
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Moist land. Self-contradiction is the water that keeps you alive. But it |
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Tastes so bitter, the drops that dry out your faith. |
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The thought of nothingness frights you. A darkness where no one listens to |
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Your twaddle. A solitude place, that never ends. But you're prepared, cause |
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You're already dead. |
