handing out handjobs and fingerfucks
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to the poor
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traces of incest that appease the masses
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hints of abortion
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linger in the smoke
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that emits from the rubble of glory
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a passionless murder is whispered
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just as silence has once chilled our streets
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children weep heavily
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awaiting the apocalypse
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i once shared a vision with a holy man
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we danced in house of God
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sharing silence
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we watched the last fire
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fizzle out to nothingness
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i await the last drop of hope
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but my cries cannot be heard
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over the famine and the filth and the wreckage
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as the world as we once knew it collides
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with the wars of God and demon
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hate and love
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death and life
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sounds of thousands marching to the graves
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stenches of vomit and emaciated lives combine
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causing my nostrils to flare
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and my heart to race
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is there no escape from this wretched place?
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is there no escape from this wretched place?
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is there no escape from this wretched place?
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The Rubble of Glory
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| The Seventh Gate (The 7th Gate) |
