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You incubate despicable rancorous seed |
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No thing of beauty this so tortured flesh turned death |
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Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation |
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In the darkest place, foetal horror's corruption bleeds |
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Infect |
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All the years of pain and death no saviour |
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Oh hated injustice, paying tithes to death itself |
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Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation |
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Would that we had the knife to cut if free |
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Let the blood run free |
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And in the mirror before you |
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Sightless eyes blind to the growing shadow |
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Consuming? |
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And as the dead we shall walk |
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Blackly erubescent, eschatological descent |
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Words twisted beyond madness in this world of the truest path |
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Despised gestation, fertile breeding, suffocation |
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Would that we had the knife to cut if free |
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Carved into our hearts |
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We wear the name called death |
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Will there be a beyond? |
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Then let it weep in preparation? |
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A legacy of shining lights to despise the unjust |
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History will remember the ones among the first into the breach |
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Once more unto the breach |
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Subsumed by abomination |
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Dead ritualistic threnody |
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this killing music |
