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among amens A ringing bell, or programmed drums or both I couldn't tell but I rejoice A smoke machine or a swinging thurible it was hard to see
really wiggle with invertebrates Purp in the thurible, off sides Toss thine merch in the urinal It's nothing personal Dirtbag don, don't provoke him
sin-dark nave. Seraphim, The lost hosts awaken To service, till In moonless gloom each lapses, muted, dim, Raised when she has and shaken Her thurible
The smoke of the thurible The echo of a prayer A psalm at sunday school The impression of my knees on a pew I cannot love you like this I
veins I'll eradicate if you do the same Hopeless ghosts that corrode with smoke Sinning while swinging thuribles As above and so below We'll see how
and blight Pull the flail From the face Of allies and exiles alike A thurible haze Seeps from out The cluster of skulls In the hand of death Wearing
Shey na wahala dem want, we get am plenty Bring the smoke in mass like a thurible Dem a believe when they see how we move fi the setting setting Man I
ecstasy Black magic curses to mortify mankind Breath the incense mixed with blood Fill up the thurible with fresh skin Approach the altar once again
to mortify mankind Breath the incense mixed with blood Fill up the thurible with fresh skin Approach the altar once again Lit up the fire and carnage is a fact
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