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Man may lay violent hands upon himself

While dissipateing his needs for the red

Violence can be done for the Deity

While dissipateing his needs for the love

Dance through macabre void

Into disdaining God

In the heart of denying and blaspheming him

The storm of eternal love, deals with the magic

By the other mode, forgotten is such love

Where blood is fluid for the smallest circle

Those run deep through the hands of divine

Hypocrisy, flattery, falsification, sodomy

My master of the nature and the wild

Now declare to me

For the last dance of living and dead

O sunder the winds unto opposite point

A man may practise upon his faith and beliefs

Behind the crooked cross, are the lies of the accursed sheep