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And they pleasured themselves on the blood of infants

And they drank their tears from vials with no reason

When the burnt rays touched their eyes they fold in agony

And mourned, and mourned, and mourned. No loss.

And they pleasured themselves on the blood of infants

When they drank their tears from vials with no reason

When the burnt rays touched their eyes they fold in agony

And mourned, no loss.

As the paints dry, and the grief ends

you'll find me there unaffected

And can feel a quiet statement

Resonating through ones mind:

Five senses to absorb the world.

As bias delusion and lies

And remain in a place of ignorance

And they pleasured themselves on the blood of infants

And in their grief sing an arrogant demise

In outrage, unable to find any truth

Or even a flutter of meaning

And mourned, and mourned,  No loss.

They mourned and mourned, no loss

And mourned, and mourned,  No loss.

They mourned and mourned, no loss