tears fill my eyes.
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tears of sorrow as i watch the rosewood heal from the hole i just burned.
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bow down. this ugly scar will mend itself again,
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but when will its figure die?
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pierced through the heart.
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i watch the red elixir spill from the center of its life.
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i depict eighteen visions for its demise.
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not even water can bring back two thousand years of life i've watched die.
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rise to your glory on the third day.
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you are not my christ.
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rise. utopia.
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damned to hell.
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i rest this figure of ideal perfection.
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there will be no funeral for this profane existence.
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always on the left hand path.
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Slipping Through The Hands Of God
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| Eighteen Visions |
