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Oh, festering monk
this droplet's stinkin
brace yourself and lie down

this pair of birds
marching on a tree
a pair, but still alone

so when we climb on
this mount of grace and wit

blazing weld
floating through stains and flare stars

i'll take this bribe
facing your eyes
i'll go for the fight alone

and when the skull
will sit and mourn
i'll ask to wire me alone

if the radiance of a thousand suns
were to burst into the sky
it would be like the splendor of the One

i've become death, the destroyer of worlds

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