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So we forge onward through lonely valleys of pious pretense. |
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No healthy prophets encountered outside these steely inquisitor's eyes. |
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No men of any monotone god we could stand proud beside. |
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They and their gilt-riddled baubles cast onto the blazing temple pyres, |
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holy whore houses proudly reduced to ashes of sweetest desecration. |
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Soporific spirits quaffed from dusty, sightless skulls. |
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Strong-heart would not entertain their malady. |
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Weak of will tangled in leprosy. |
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Spiritual sickness babbling incessantly. |
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Babbling Babylon put to the torch. |
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Pinched faces staring through funereal fog, |
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felt flame broiled crook'd hands a'grasp. |
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Ground them to fine dust, snorted them deep. |
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Left coated in confusion, with my lack of sleep. |
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You that seek to encode reality, to defraud sanity - |
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Be damned! |
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You that seek to incarcerate spirit, to calcify astral eyes - |
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Be damned! |
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Be mindful that mind is not you. |
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Be mindful that you are not mind. |
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Be mindful that heart knows how this goes. |
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As real as Azrael? |
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Don't mind - never mind. |
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Don't mind - never mind. |
