The scissors of sinful lust clip the angelic wings, all the grievance of the past now culminates.
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Rejected is the rotten fruit in the heavenly gardens, and praised are the names of the fallen ones.
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Let your slaves come to me and i shall teach them impurity.
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Thy world decorated with chaos, what a pleasant sight that is.
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Behold the arrival of beasts and pestilence.
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The rope tightens around thy necks.
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A new sun in summoned to rise, to provide warmth in which to rot.
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Like souls swept in emotional intoxication, they all seek the absence of flesh.
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(then so be it...)
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Cloaked with disease and dismay, together with the last rays of day,
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thou shalt fade away.
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A fulfilled divination, this is our paradise.
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Thy world inverted, spiritual domination.
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Thy kingdom come...perverted!
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Thy World Inverted
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| Thyrane |
