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This is the time you'll go down under with your words

And double tongue elements and thoughts of darkness

Will be flowers on your tomb what are all your

Blackened sermons when you ca speak while you don't

Know life is not ideas or thoughts jewels of a king

Own doe senseless soul is the false philosopher till you

Die fag bookds of lies fill your empty mind while the

Poisoned words are scraming turn the page with

Skeletal fingers when you are dead you are made of

Ashed morning now is ended and your breath is dead

Walking paths all with gold your memory slows day by

Day so old can I play with your false philosopher while

My knife dissect your flesh can I cut your brain philosopher

While you lose your broken neck