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Like Luther's army |
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And Abel's brother |
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I woke to find |
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Only to smother |
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And angel fat at |
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Satan's feast |
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Where falsehood, childhood |
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And loneliness ceased |
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Delicate like grief |
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I am rapist, well-healed |
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Double the echo of silence |
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Like a dusty dead rose |
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Contaminate with neglect |
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Every little heart |
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Should end up broken |
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And shrouded by fog |
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Like Luther's army |
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And Abel's brother |
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I woke to find |
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Only to smother |
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An angel fat |
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At Satan's feast |
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Where falsehood, childhood |
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And loneliness ceased |
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Asleep in |
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The stumble of autumn |
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The pain was calvary |
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Our living on |
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Empty! |
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The dead of it - |
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The dread of it! |
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Like Luther's army |
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And Abel's brother |
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I woke to find |
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Only to smother |
|
And angel fat at |
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Satan's feast |
|
Where falsehood, childhood |
|
And loneliness ceased |
