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On the throne of the elite |
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Shunning the deviates, so proud and holy |
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You would always fall |
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Never to remember the gloating |
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Holding a skeleton key - key to salvation |
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It was only time that stood in the way |
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Of the great revelation |
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Where science and the spirit collide |
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A crossroad leading to the same answer |
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One and the same |
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A fact that shattered the illustrious grandeur |
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You so forcefully shared |
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Carriers of the plague |
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This living contradiction sparked |
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An organic deterioration never witnessed |
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Originating from within |
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You carried the plague to your flock |
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Bodies in rejection |
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Slowly ridding the filth |
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Purged of their very essence |
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It was you who turned them caustic, infecting them |
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Confusing them with this horrid sentence |
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No longer whole |
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Lamenting what you all once were |
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The simple ways gone |
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In its place an uncertain destiny |
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This science fact turning you into a fraud |
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You should have never tampered with your core |
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Genetics would always succumb |
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Under the weight of the human repression |
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Carriers of the plague |