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Time has a way

Of reflecting itself

In the mirrored haze

Of the past

Perished in the coldness

Of my dead eyes

Distant and dreaming

In fields

There is in the history

Of the human race

All the inspiration

Separation of men

From the holy oppressors

To the men who oppressed

That guilty mission

Messiahs collapse

Book of lie

Stab your religion

I`m so tired

Of your sic distinction

Your coward adepts

And lambotic nuns

A worship for gold

Book of lie

Stab your religion

I`m so tired

Of your sic distinction

You lies