See the generations lost
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drowned in cold waters of Jordan
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Sheep led to the slaughter
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by humble shepherd Kephalophoros
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See their heads enchained with crowns
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and their flea-ridden royal cloaks
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I curse you - trembling knees
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bending too easily
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I curse insidious hands
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stretched out for more alms
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father and son, skin and bones
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footsteps printed in a sand
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this is the time and the place
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to throw the mask away
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Judge for you'll be judged
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Every single word counts
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He who has no name
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Omnivorous emptiness
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Virus that feeds on life
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Antithesis to synthesis
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He who is the heart but has no heart
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I breed fears hidden just beneath me skin
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pretending a dragon-shaped tattoo
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I breed all fevers and plagues
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stuff them with milk of my veins
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you can find my Sacred Church
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carved in the black skin of Earth
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Garmonbozia
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My cellar
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Anywhere
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read my names written in the water
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The Fish
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read my names written in the air
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The Not
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The Heresiarch
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| Lux Occulta |
