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Crown of organs and eels,
Placed on bleeding head of unfit king.
The side you chose was the side of
him, come crawling in, crawling in.
Unloved, untouched, they tempted you by lies,
The solemn and frantic.
Did they touch your soul and kiss your wounds, or tear your world asunder?

Come, slither from your hives.

Be now your sins forgiven? Or have you tasted true Belial?

(Infidus, infidus, infidus, iniustus)
Walls of whitening and absolute ascension, built by harbingers of death and of plagues.
Turn their white walls black.

Paper buys your ascension,
Deaf clapping, then drawing in the nebula.
Frown on those that disbelieve, down and drowned with the already dead.
Un-dying when crawling on the water's edge,
Named on the list and the guarantee of mortal flesh,
Shrine of blind, such a gift on the eyes,
Let towers rise by rite of sin.

We shall forever be,
On blind side of mortality.

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