Of wretched god and sullen ties Is nothing hard for me to think Yet, I rather think of something far more admissible Sour face of just thoughts, I disincline! Forcing you at cold death torment Laugh not certain when you die There is no such hope as the end No hope is given until you fry Coventrizing ownself to pus, and cowardice, I despise! A leerlike tantrum in my eyes Seek no death nor hope Defile is my foe Cross the line to life Cross the line to life! Heed the seething of my heart Which Ive sent to the burning realms And even if God gave me torment And tried to cleanse my soul A mortal man with mortal sin Hate within remains Now life begin! Twine in thoughts of the arriving Twine through the archaean Athwart the etherial luminary singe I claim the death of pain Forced to admit the nature of enough And rend the cloth of done The locution enmity is gone A mortal man with mortal sin Hate within remains Heed the seething of my heart Which Ive sent to the burning realms Heed the seething of my heart Which Ive sent to the burning realms Ebonrinded now returns Yet pure Hear not a far cry of fraudulent! Fear not a far cry of fraudulent dream...
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