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Those feathers that descended to zion

Believing there mindless decree

Oath of grace

Lord the solicitous to thy weak

Mockery to my ears

Beaming haze that surrounds thy divinity

" Sinner! Devil! " they say to thee

Mine eyes are crimson, fixated on life

To burn eternally forever more...

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