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Time has a way
Of reflecting itself
In the mirrored haze
Of the past

Perished in the coldness
Of my dead eyes
Distant and dreaming
In fields

There is in the history
Of the human race
All the inspiration
Separation of men

From the holy oppressors
To the men who oppressed
That guilty mission
Messiahs collapse

Book of lie
Stab your religion
I`m so tired
Of your sic distinction

Your coward adepts
And lambotic nuns
A worship for gold

Book of lie
Stab your religion
I`m so tired
Of your sic distinction

You lies

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