A beginning brings forth questions.
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Answered are these with lie upon web.
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Shiver, does the child draped in it's disgrace.
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The web grows like a poisonous vine fed by storybook filth, tangling it's
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hypocritical mass around the throat of human instinct like a
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self-perpetuating noose.
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The one dangling in rage, refusing to choke, gains a dagger to sever all
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ties to the vine of self-deceit. Consuming the melody of shrieking
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horror¯the blade penetrates as he becomes in harmony with his action. The
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constant twilight of the forbidden is unveiled, revealing darkness to be
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ravished forever by the intellect of BLACKEYES.
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Disgusted by the pathetic pleading swollen holes of the "holy"
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BLACKEYES
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Prepared to protect any path he hath chosen.
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BLACKEYES
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Contempt for all benevolent spinners now clinging to the vine.
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FEELING, SEEING, KNOWING, BEING¯
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Lift your sword, slice the vine. Feast on pleasure, swim in life's wine.
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Take your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear BLACKEYES
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All who waste life on bended knees are begging for death to take them, so
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be it go humbly to your god in white. Look to my Blackeyes for a reflection
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of your fright.
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Run christian soldier, for our army approaches!
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Smile christian daughters for the snapshot of your annihilation.
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Know this slaves of christ. Our pulse quickens with the thought of your
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death. Prey pawns on your knees! Prey to the god you fear to protect you!
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Blackeyes bring forth hell inside catacombs of a web now sighing with the
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weight of helo's drenched in blood of a million spinners.
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Join us little children, or be sent to your empty promise land in tears of
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RED
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Lift your sword, slice the vine. Feast on pleasure, drink life's wine. Take
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your vengeance now and rise, torment those who fear BLACKEYES.
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What be is FREE
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Join us little children before it's to late, and we shall send you in tears
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of red straight to heaven's gate.
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Blackeyes
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Ancient |