(There they were revealed by Men who occupied
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the sixth chamber, and took the forms of
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books and were arranged in libraries)
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Alas for woe! Alas for woe! -
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It is high time to see the foe
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To know the law does claim your soul
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Alike the mute and helpless doll
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Thus claim you for its very own.
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However the shadows grew longer and longer
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As evening fell - don't go beyond the last house
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Your village remindeth me an island in billow
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Of pestilent breeds have been running 'gainst us
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Ye shalt die
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Well to be sure!
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But whilst ye are drowning - ye need no cure
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Don't implore
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Don't supplicate
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Ye shalt rot to the core before it's too late!
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Ye regard this solace as amongst cavalcade...
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Of ire and delirious barking at church
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There is no need to go there without faithful torch
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The murals of hers do encumber to see
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There is only one way to contumacy
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Down the face!
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The face of yours
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Come closer to the grace like that
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Shut it so close...
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As ye can...
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Imbrue her hills
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The harridan's corpse was entwined 'bout by the...
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Great worm's asp alike
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That's your funeral... Hih!
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Lo, Thou hast procured her fragrant
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Thou didst debar her insolent folks
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And as ye look through those mirrors on her walls
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There are gargoyles flit ye about!
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What were ye looking for?
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What were ye looking at?
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When this ae had been found by you
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Had ye expected thing like that?
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Indubitable ae's deep coomb alike
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Darken the murals - do not see the light
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Under palatial family vaults
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Lay open the graves... Let their prisoners rise!
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Their eyne's dry...
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More so than thine
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Dauber of murals that shalt never shine
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Solemn hues which nane wilt ever see
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Thy art is the way to contumacy
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Hath anyone e'er confined thy legacy?
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Do not crepitate!
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Soporific anthem is swimming so slowly...
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It's protected by them
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By the superstitions do rule everywhere
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Can ye die?
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I deem ye should give it a try!
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Sylvan dark
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Decrease the light
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Shall ye fly towards the dawn o' total night?
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Sleepwards red and feculent sky
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Why have ye never read my rhyme?
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But anyhow... ye should give it a try!
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Abysm provideth thy fall
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Abysmal mirrors on her walls
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Thou shalt acquire their mercy back
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If thou believe them - fall adown and break thy neck
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For the sake of evil
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For the sake of... I don't care
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Why do ye always try to attain "famine of yours" so ye acquire your pain
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Mortals! Why was your quest so discourteous then?
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If ye might have seen whether gift would be sent down...
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E'en my sight was aghast when that shining nail
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Was being pierced through the chest of the mass... knife alike
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If ye e'er want to see - do not look for your eyes. -
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And then - in days of yore - ye may creep to and fro:
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Care of mine wilt be taken by ME: say FAREWELL
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...to be continued...
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Darken The Murals
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| Divina Enema |
