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Under the aegis of dead beliefs

Cradled in a river of lies

Your mental nibbled by the untruth

Your snake tongue will loosen

You, child of infamy

You sad moaning body

You will be drunk with misfortune

Undergoing vile detractors

The dark light that surrounds you

Is equal to your misfortune

Son of a lie

You carry the weight of weakness

A throne of dust

An open grave

An inglorious destiny

You are the wound of a hilly world

Already in the bowels

You were meant for it

And then seeing the day

You proved you were a whore