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I am now in Queen Morning |
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Aleph grazes and gobbles dissent |
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And fears spheres |
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Blows globes of Ær |
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And prides buildings into sepulchres |
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Wait for ⲡⲁⲣⲟⲩⲥⲓⲁ |
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Christ remained unkilled |
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Just dreams only |
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Aleph slept |
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Ate Adam’s children |
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My face is face great in the corn |
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Sing sing sing little bird |
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UrShadow |
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Hymns Michael up on to his Throne |
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Presenting rockets pouring up |
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Into hissing space |
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Bringing trouble and fear |
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Squabbling into apocalypse cartoons |
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Then I looked to the Southside of the door |
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ⲧⲟⲧⲉ ⲁⲓϭⲱϣⲧ̄ ⲙ̄ⲡⲥⲁ ⲙ̄ⲡⲣⲏⲥ ⲙ̄ⲡⲣⲟ |
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And I dreamed she took us to where the sun sets |
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ⲁⲥϫⲓ̈ ⲧⲉⲛ ⲉⲛⲉⲙⲁ ⲛ̄ϩⲱⲧⲡ̄ ⲙ̄ⲡⲣⲏ |
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The nylon lion attacked as Kingdom |
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Faced Empire silhouette |
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ⲁⲩⲱ ⲡⲙⲟⲩⲉⲓ ⲛⲁϣⲱⲡⲉ ⲣ̄ⲣⲱⲙⲉ |
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And suddenly the Living are Dying |
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ⲛ̄ⲧⲉⲩⲛⲟⲩ ⲛⲉⲧⲁⲁⲛϩ̄ ⲥⲉⲛⲁⲙⲟⲩ |
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And I ask my masks and I: |
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“Surely we are living in a dream?” |
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ⲡⲱⲥ ⲉⲛⲁⲛϩ̄ ϩⲛ̄ ⲟⲩⲫⲁⲛⲧⲁⲥⲓⲁ |