Dash against the rocks the sickling and his cries
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Break the back of the steed upon you ride
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Boiling bodies of water, to glass the sand
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And may mother's breasts shrivel and dust
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Tongues shall be cut from gaping mouths
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For I voice a culling course towards desolation
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Yet those chained to their own foul flesh
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Know only obsolescence- their nakedness
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Push the rabble back, to the victor come the spoils
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Work to certain death the labor that toils
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Bloat and putrefy that which flowers
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And tear from womb the bleating babe
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The blind and wretched shall be left to rot
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The diseased and alme dispatched
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Give me your sick, your meek, your lowly
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For I will kick the dogs when they are down
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For I am the inferno
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And you the kindling you the fuel
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And I am the vulture
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Feasting on your idols of flesh
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I am the shepherd and you my flock
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The lightning strike that splits the rock
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For I am wrath- vindication
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And the world my abattoir
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Visions of war dreams of anger ectasy
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A maelstorm of flame infernos of might
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Lightning phallus crack of thunder roars
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A lion in furious fight
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Cleansing fire insatiable cleaving sword
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The fall of the idols of flesh
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The stellar winds beneath my wings
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Are purest vengeance
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The firestorms within my eyes
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Black purest hate
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Of blood unvanquished blasphemies
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My will: one voice
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With strike of tumult- aftermath
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In withered flesh rejoice
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For I am the inferno
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And you the kindling you the fuel
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And I am the vulture
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Feasting on your idols of flesh
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I am the shepherd and you my flock
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The lightning strike that splits the rock
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For I am wrath- vindication
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And the world my abattoir
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The Fall Of The Idols Of Flesh
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Angel Corpse |