slough of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh
her slough of despond But only now A path lies straight before me The maze is ploughed half through with hate Andpher crop is dripping red Beyond eleventh
are a murderer. Kill millions of men and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone and you are a God." [Jean Rostard (1955)] Born of the best of enemies Beyond
ashes stepped a sylph The maiden Joan of Arc Crept more beautiful and dark A paradise, a cradle free of filth She was chaste beyond all graces The face
: My service is beyond your belief More than you can ever achieve I am the cleaner of the human filth Unattainable fucking thrills [Chorus:] Hiding
so clear In anger and pain I left deep wounds behind But I arrived Truth might be changed by victory Beyond the void but deep within me A swamp of filth
Stretch my senses Beyond the peak of insanity Why practice methods of prevention When I can pay for your hideous mistakes? Blind me With cosmetic filth
: I'm submerged in filth, fragmented chaos In chrysalis state i await my birth Thoughts and memories proceed to haunt me Soon all these fragments
heart The ones who are blessed from it's strife This plauge is to die and again to be reborn Through eternity and beyond For it is life, the rabid
Pretending they know not what they do When you know they'll sin again Many people going down for the ride On pedestals of fame in filth they hide
the inhumed and the unsanitary... An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent and parturient A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth and excrement An exhaustive
lost and hanging like a Roman standard over us all.) II Behind the line of my skull that hides behind my hair and skin, I see the selfsame skull of my father, and beyond
Something so unreal beyond definition Became reality in me Upon conception of your will In my heart, I began Your will conceived in me Giving me new life
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