Enter now my palace of sacrificial guilt
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On the axis of the killing fields of Judas
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Into the void of juxtapositioned emptiness
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My kingdoms are for the few
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As in beauty are for the few
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I know the future the past has evaporated
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Exhibit the beast of pale complexion
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The war of a millennia has passed away
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Colder is the sun that fades in the distant
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Brighter the bloodsword running red
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Inside your mind there is a battleship
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The snugness penetrate your being
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As if your whole life is being erased
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By intoxication of some stranger's eye
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For i am the way
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Your painful exclusion
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From past morals
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Your future's contractual designer
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A Bloodsword And A Colder Sun (pt. II of II)
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| Mayhem |
