the path of greed for you to tread
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take of that which may leave the rest
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the part of your life you try to refuse
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and when you succeed you wander in fear
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call him by the name that he bear
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don¡¯t put your pride down through your throat
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I know you know him and that is for real
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in blasphemy the question shall ring
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where¡¯s your god?
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when pain enfolds and hate lives on
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inside your hearts
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envy is the enemy
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hand in hand with the snakes of lies
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ambitions lost in your faith in ¡±gold¡±
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this way you can never be made elite
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anger arise inside the shell of man
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gods love is dead
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as the wisdom of life reveals
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why shouldn¡¯t we serve ourselves in abundance
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¡¯tis not the way of the dissident
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why shouldn¡¯t we take of what is offered
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gluttony the ways by the word condemned
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lust for flesh for you to taste
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you have to explore to complete your dreams
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and what hurt can it do when the fruits are thine
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forget the words of guilt for what you are
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sloth comes for a future untold
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for mine are of what please me now
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a world of others for which we not care
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here and now is our day of joy
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Seven In Heaven Seven On Earth
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| Throneaeon |
