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"Man doth not yield him to the angels, nor unto death utterly, save only through the weakness of his feeble will" - |
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Joseph Glanvill- |
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Someone told me there is a war within |
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And the wor (l) d became flesh |
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Someone told me about a handmade sin |
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Denying all you once confessed |
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Don't bow to me |
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Don't worship me |
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We are torn apart by silver lunacy |
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Because weak |
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I am As weak as no man has been before |
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Don't you pray anymore... |
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And you will never be the same again (Non-believers raze the stray) |
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And you will never be the same again (No longer will your faith remain) |
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Someone told me it is worth crying for |
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Any grace is built on lies |
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Making love with defiled angels |
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Your tongue in mine |
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I saw YOU in my darkest dreams |
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Gliding into a sea of snakes |
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I saw the flesh divine |
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And the flesh became spirit |
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FLESH! |