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He is hater of the rotten earth |
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He is the nova that will drape the sky in woe |
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We drink from his poisoned water |
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He is lord of those who dwell bound in sickness |
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Spitting vomit in the face of faith |
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Cleansing us who must atone for being weak |
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We drink from his poisoned water |
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He is the shadow cast upon those defiled |
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Victorious call |
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It will not befall |
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No salvation is free |
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Death comes beckoning thee |
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Encircle thee |
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Voices come in wind |
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Son of perdition |
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You come beckoning me |
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The sky embedded in the death of a nova |
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Effigy is seen in a second of light |
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No voice in the crack of his mouth |
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Bastard son of God |
