I've felt the icy fingers. I've licked the wet of lips.
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And since the past has come Inside I miss those finger tips.
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I've stretched my self to meet the, Cold hands of evil's breath,
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I've taken every inch I could, To feel the thrusting in of death's
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Demise, surprised to find gray, Skin of "sin" so suited me,
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And choosing life, forsaking all the False god's
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and their lying, lusting priests.
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Fall, from, grace, deface the, I, dol, a, try of this.
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Ship, of fools, and make them choke up, on all of their lies.
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Two thou, sand years and still, we've let them stop our lives,
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it's time to break the chain of strife and disobey.
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Disobey
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Within the frost of the air, Into the night's holy glare,
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The icy skin as it tears,
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Become the thing that you fear.
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The silence still as it blares,
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Eternal downward the stairs,
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Take you to depths unprepared,
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The thrill is pure, rich and clear.
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The writhing under your tongue,
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Calls longing for you to come,
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Suck the scent into your lungs,
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And lick the salt from your lips.
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The dripping folds once undone,
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Demanding songs left unsung,
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And leave you shuddering, stunned,
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Forever, well worth the trip.
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Heavenly fathers, call to their daughters,
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never to falter, falling upon deaf ears.
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Deep in the waters, screams through the slaughtered,
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paths slowly whispered falling on deaf ears.
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Disobey
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Luxt |