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A diseased saint. With a mind set to unease |
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Wishes again to break through the porled gate |
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His scattered wings reminds of beauty set to fade |
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But still in his eyes burns with redeeming hate |
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Reap |
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I've come to reap these fields |
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To scorn the flesh of the holy |
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Heavens gates set to flames |
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And crumble those in faith |
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Down with the most high. Oh, vanity of dear vanities |
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A fallen one to becoming the hunger of depraved |
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A monger of truth to all revealing the path of fire |
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I've nourished through time in the veil of desire |
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Oh the great opposer! Transcending skin into scales |
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Oh the great opposer! Splitting tongue like thy faith |
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Reap |
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I've come to reap this fields |
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To scorn the flesh of the holy |
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Heavens gates set to flames |
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And crumble those in faith |
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Down with the most high |
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Down with the most high |
