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Let the bed be undefiled

For we lay in fertile fields of unrest

Find the soil where you can dig

For the freshest graves to nest

In this cursed existence

You choose to share it with God

In this lacking and futile drag

You fashion what you are not

The past must be obliterated

If we're to start anew

It must burn with all its spawn

Make zero equal true

Zero

The grand editor

At the extreme end of freedom

You don't know what freedom means

You can pick your religion

But you can't just be

Some are fast and some are dead

Don't ever let them see you weak

Some will kneel and bow their head

Not you, not me

Fuck you, not me