Conjour the vision
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or twisted remains
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and the great empires
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have all fallen to rulns
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As I crawl through the remaine
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slabs of unburn and entralls
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of this curious and instrusive creature
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I stop to think
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humanity so powerful and
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yet not able to keep itself alive
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Could you concelve all of my mind's pain
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come with me through my eyes you'll
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see pain you may never know
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but in which your kids will grow
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The Age Of Plague
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| Baphomet |
