I stood before my reflection
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With a beloved adherent
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Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose
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To drink my tepid blood from the chalice
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Impart thou in the text of Scourge
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And cleft through the veil of the virgin
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Purity is to live
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To the highest; and the highest is unjust
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[chorus:]
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Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight
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In the gate of the mind appears
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And arise with turbulence called I
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[repeat chorus:]
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The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai
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For thee have I worshipped the Stars
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I cried, while you perpetually died
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...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio
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Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton
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With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace
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With joyful, elated Endeavour
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O lilywhite goat
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Frail as a thicket of thorns
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With a collar of gold for thy throat
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A crimson bow for thy horns
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O lilywhite goat
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You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous
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Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore Act II)
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| Absu |
