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Consumed by tongues of fire burning like |
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Phlegethon |
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Holy gardens reduced to ash |
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Extinguishing light of hope, bringing the end of the days |
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Words of my gospel scattered |
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Sacrilegious scorn spat in pale creeds |
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Thin is the line between pure being and pure nothing |
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My sole companion woe to |
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TheeAt my command |
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Let the blood of the infants flood the streets of |
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BethlehemO ye of little faith with ethics rotten in a moral cage |
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Dead meat thrown down to the worms |
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To feed religious tumor corrupting marrow of repugnant swirl |
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At my command |
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Let the blood of the infants flood the streets of |
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BethlehemAt my command |
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Let the heads of |
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Samaritan pave my ways |
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Shemhamforash |
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Shemhamforash |
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Shemhamforash |