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The Shepherd
Trapped By The Lamb
Murdered By The Father
Absent From Theopathy
Purge My Soul
Pulled The Heart From The Lamb
Fed The Alley-Cat
Drank From
my cry and lead me home
The hours go by on frightened wings of flight
While wolves of hell are waiting for the night
To claim the soul that wandered
echo of your words
Appears
In the heart of possibility
In extra-real surroundings
There are my passions:
Simplicity of stars
Royal Art
Alkhemy
My soul is lost so lonely and so cold
Just like a lamb that has strayed from the fold
Across the barren waste of sin I roam
Oh gentle shepherd hear
not be this lonely tonight.

Let them have their smug and their cool, confined by fashion and peer.
I love you for your courage in this frightened
Trapped inside a box
Four long years
Hiding from the world
Punished by your peers

Studied teachers words
Staff appointed hearts
Earned
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The perseverance of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't knock
could see right through

No ethereal nest where I could rest
I was frightened by what I knew
That my two crystal legs were broken in two

When I
serpentine dance ov blood cells
In simplicity ov spells
Divine names, meta-games
I greet Thy presence

Oh Snake! Thou art God!
Coiled underneath my throne
With
From the soul to its waste,
The Common hates his evil twin.
Everything invaded
In its simplicity
How did you get inside me?
Still all
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The perseverance of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't knock
Carnage formed rebirth
A sickened lust of hatred
Damned to eternal plight
Obscene art alive through death
Crafted gore
Masterful slaughtering
Dreams of a murders art
Tempted by blood, Bleed for me, 
Close your eyes and let my knife set your soul free

A new victim lay by the killers feet,
He was a stranger to himself,
A spy in his own camp,
And his money was his health,
All thrown to the dust by his very own hand.

Yet his beauty
Dreams of a murders art
Tempted by blood, Bleed for me, 
Close your eyes and let my knife set your soul free

A new victim lay by the killers feet,
search
Lead me to the ancient empire
Of dark treasures that once were lost

Lord of darkness
I speak thy name
Bestow me a vision
From the deeps
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The perseverence of a rebel I drop heavier levels
It's unseen or heard, a king with words
Can't
shown
Nightmares foretell the unexpected
Gifts from the human minds
Mysterious spells, the art of magic
Obsessions of a frightened kind

Apocalyptic
and soul from elements
Spawned by those void of no self-worth
And no sense of dreams
of grace
You craft
Life from our mistakes

Black skies of my regrets
Outshone by this kindness
New life
Dawns over my soul
from Thy Den.
Thy City Armana Lays in Ruin.
Damned Art Thy Accursed Soul and Shadow.
Die O One, which Art Consumed.
Thy Name is Buried in Oblivion.
Our father
Which art on Wall Street
Honored be thy buck
Thy kingdom came
This be thy year
From sea to shining sea

Thou givest me false pride
the knowledge he gained
Put to use for the poor, the sick and the lame
And those who were less than this man
Were frightened by all of the things that he knew
Devious to those unknown
He walks below the land
Alluring victims to their death
Perish to the sand

Master of the blackened arts
Living his
at the fire burn it is such simplicity 

Rain drops fall the dark night sky 
Bodies crawl from garbage cans and alleyways alive 
You can find me there in