| God has been heard to speak
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| in many enraged remorses
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| High, high from the blasphemous peak
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| the paradise was built with corpses
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| God has been heard to end
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| in life there no trust or pity
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| Blamed and nailed, the sins from past
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| full of god’s guilty
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| In the vortex of scarlet demise, the seeds of unbelief creations
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| excelling from murders, excelling from lies, this is the road of internal
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| damnation
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| The scars of a brain in the torment of haze, depressed without execution
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| deranged of ambitions, a god to extinction, the terror of witness confession
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| Without sense all the shapes of deceiver,
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| a madness with no cause
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| Every time for the crown, the Redeemer,
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| will he break the moral laws
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| The labyrinth of mind from the believers,
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| a vortex full of clones
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| In the madness of god and fever,
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| the dimension of fraud
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| In solitude, he drowned
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| surrounded by thousand slaves
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| A measure for flesh and soul
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| the art of seven days
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| And he paints marbling graves,
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| around the land of fake idols
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| He despised the words and prophecies
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| And binding the inmost desires.
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| Hither, thither, oh fearless masterless
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| Hither, thither, grounded by angriness
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| Without sense all the shapes of deceiver,
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| a madness with no cause
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| Every time for the crown, the Redeemer,
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| will he break the moral laws
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| The labyrinth of mind from the believers,
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| a vortex full of clones
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| In the madness of god and fever,
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| the dimension of fraud
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| God has been heard to weep
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| intended of falling forever
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| Blind and lost by design of will
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| of trash and unwashed guilt
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| God has been reap |