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Diseased, the inner sanctum dies |
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Rhapsodized, before your sightless eyes |
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Demise, tartarus in disguise |
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Your words, all but stigmatized |
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Like a body without a soul |
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And a sacrifice of faith |
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The desire to be flesh |
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Yet forced to abdicate |
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Pain |
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Myopic empire |
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Shelter to a venal mind |
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Subsistence within your own decline |
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You betrayed me to my face |
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Though professing to seek the truth |
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Nowhere near a fleshless decay |
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Your relinquished purity of youth |
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And in all incessant bitterness |
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A lack of comprehension |
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Intoxicated by my suffering |
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Thou shall suffer too |
