Storm every temple and claim god as yourself. Kill it.
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And let us feast on this divinity as if our very lives depend on it.
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Live. Sweet libertine. Live. Embrace every horizon.
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Time honored tradition crumbles in the hands of a timeless romantic.
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These statues. This concrete edifice of patriarchs and prophets.
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Foretold destruction at a glance. We will see it fade.
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I'll watch my oppression die with you.
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Possessed by existence denied. A memory.
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I've tasted your salvation and it tastes like shit.
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The name on my lips is my own
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and the taste on my tongue is freedom.
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Push me into the ground once more
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and watch this blossom eclipse your throne.
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Sacred Ground
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| Wings Of Scarlet |
