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Another promise broken |
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Another falsehood thrown to the dogs |
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Time and again we swallow |
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Our throats torn by the barbed fruit of iniquity |
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On our knees we wither |
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Starving on a hollow phantom |
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Discarded playthings, we crave in vain |
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For the benign almighty lie |
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Fools that we are |
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Even as our star goes under |
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We cling to the noose that will break our necks |
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To the benighted psalms of priests drunk with conceit |
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Like in the valley of linnom |
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Murdered by divinity |
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Our grievance shades the mountains |
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Our gifted souls became a pyre |
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The day the heavens part |
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God shall perish in our fire |
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When the final perfidy |
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Bleeds from the skies |
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Our abject eyes will see the truth |
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Death |
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Death from above |
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Forsaken lepers rot away |
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Away |
