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| And in the garden on infinite sadness we find the beast and we take to wing his skin is armored metal and his breath is the hottest of fear we take to him the wrath of God and the sword of eternal damnation and in the eyes of death we see his dying wish is just to leave be and under his skin of blackened armor we find the crown of thorns within He is a Jesus Christ and; help us Lord; we have slaughtered Him once more. |
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