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Invocation: |
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Tell of the birth |
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Tell how war appeared on earth |
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Thunder and herbs |
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Conjugated sacred Verbs |
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Musicians with gongs |
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Fertilised an egg with song |
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Asleep in the sphere |
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Her foetus was a Knot of fear. |
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She butted with her horn |
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Split an egg and war was born |
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A miracle of hate |
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She banged her spoon against her plate. |
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Upon her spoon this motto |
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Wonderfully designed: |
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"Violence completes the partial mind." |
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Tell of the birth |
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Tell how war appeared on earth |
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Musicians with gongs |
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Fertilised an egg with song |
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She butted with her horn |
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Split an egg and war was born |
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Stacking the bones |
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On the empty aerodrome |
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Tinted turtle green |
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Haunts the slender submarine |
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She shakes her gory locks |
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Over the deserted docks |
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Come follow me |
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Out of dark obscurity |
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Follow my torch |
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Pilgrims at the double march |
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Through meadows and seas |
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Abattoirs and libraries |
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The pilgrims increase |
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Boasting they are led by peace |
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They gut huts with gusto |
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Pillage villages with verve |
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War does what she has to |
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People get what they deserve. |
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Upon her spoon this motto |
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Wonderfully designed: |
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"Violence completes the partial mind." |
