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We are the remnants of The Nazarenes
Taking our faith to its roots again
Rejecting the world and its blasphemies
Impatiently awaiting the New Jerusalem

As I conjure up the memoir of a previous existence
I feel as though it does not belong to me
For the ways of the past are to repentant Christians
the summoning of a distant memory
And it's not to call upon the devil for
the reawakening of an old discarded
spirit that lies buried among the unsaved
But rather express reverence for
the Divine excision of my
unsanctified, earthbound heart
And spit on my grave

I am freed from the chains of Adam's guilt
The same ones by which he bound the earth
And even though I struggle still
for the same reason the ground was cursed
In me is now the Spirit instilled
and the burden reversed
And the burden reversed

As I rummage through the maggot infested grave
with the old, renounced and antiquated remains
of someone that only Christ Himself could save
I turn around to bid farewell, then I wave
and spit on my grave
My grave
My grave

I am freed from the chains of Adam's guilt
The same ones by which he bound the earth
And even though I struggle still
for the same reason the ground was cursed
In me is now the Spirit instilled
and the burden reversed
And the burden reversed

Descendants of the chosen eight
Are all called to the cross
So deep within a frozen state
our hearts cannot defrost
Without the intervention
of our God, the Holy One
And spiritual resurrection
through the one and only Son

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