Maul… the hand that feeds Sharpened are the knives of Iscariot For we hang one and the same in crippled reverence in poisoned grace Reap and sow / Atone for naught This seed of miscarry beget
When innocence is crawling And all hope lays cold there is but one truth
My Faith is in him My faith is in him I die in the Lord
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