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Its essence lies dormant |
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Within every willing host |
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Waiting to release its malice |
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Waiting to spread perverse lies |
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Biding to crush and extinguish |
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Death stretches His arm |
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Across the whole of the globe |
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In His embrace |
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Blessed with blisters |
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Succumbing to its wounds |
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Every scar a joyous victory |
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Ever break open |
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Dispatching His ugliness |
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Across the whole of the globe |
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In embrace blessed with blisters |
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Depraved indifference to human life |
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Blessed with blisters |
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Now shown the fruits of suffering |
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And the grief of all that is made |
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Depraved indifference to human life |
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Blessed with blisters |
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Walking the fire |
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Behold and shine with purpose |
