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By Burn The Priest, Archaic methods transfer through
well in the face of mass denial.
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By Burn The Priest, Turn on all the light and punch them out.
All
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By Burn The Priest, Picking crumbs from the beards of others,
futile organisms with
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By Burn The Priest, We are in this world not of it.
Spreading like
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By Burn The Priest, With just a flick of the opal banded finger
I
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By Burn The Priest, Flickering lies glazed cornea creating cerebral corpses.
A senseless data
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By Burn The Priest, Ripped out all the options,
busted broke still drunk on
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By Burn The Priest, Whine, whine, whine.
How can you afford to throw me
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By Burn The Priest, As the leaves fall yellowing like aged paper,
thoughts turn
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By Burn The Priest, The Public wants what the public gets.
Lazarus himself wouldn’t
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By Burn The Priest, Lay waste torn as under weak and lost in the
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By Burn The Priest, How light could be our darkest hour?
None will be
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By Burn The Priest, Smothered under your affection,
solitude an acquisition,
symbiosis turned parasitic.
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By Burn The Priest, Shorn of apocryphal pride,
the locks falls predicting strife.
Cranium
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By Burn The Priest, The Centipede multiplies and divides
And comes after you from