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Oh king! Dwells a place on the face of Hell
It’s as charming, as I’ve ever known
Gushes of water, surge hills and valleys
Fill forests, with laughter and more

I cognize the place
You speak of its grace
It’s a rookery of His fictive thoughts
It’s a brothel of lies
There’s mist in your eyes
Forbidden from realms of that dog

Oh king! there’s a maiden, she breathes on this haven
Your son is now wedged to her soul
Lord I am shattered, unending battle
Charade of the pious and pure

Love is a ploy
It’s her fatal white cry
It was slain by the heavens above
Take heed my son
Confide in them none
They are men of that menacing God

The pain of his angels let loose from their cage
Upon this earth fall his power his rage
The pain of his servants his burden today
Upon this earth fall the tears of his majesty

Let’s war!

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