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A state of perfection, immersed in filth |
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Equilibrium obtained |
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Pure in devotion to all things unwell |
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This sweet Zen of our ill condition sustained |
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A new belief-system |
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Salvation found in vomit and blood |
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Where depravation lies |
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Corruption, war and pain is God |
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Balance harmony |
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Found in the sickly |
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The vile unflinching eyes, joyous and gleaming |
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Intense in their need to watch things die |
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A new belief-system |
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Salvation found in vomit and blood |
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Where depravation lies |
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Corruption, war and pain is God |
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Decay, disgrace, disgust |
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Our state of Zen |
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The grime of contempt and degeneration |
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Sticky, foul and pungent |
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The sentiment of our creation |
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We flourish in this blood red soul |
