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His holy Misunderstood,
Misdirected, Misconstrued.
This holy roll of the dice;
Take your chances, Hold on Tight.
Silence the Silent.
Confuse the Confused.
Confustion runs rampant,
On a ship of Fools.
The Clock is ticking,
This sacred Joke.
Left without a Reason
So the reason takes hold.
Surrender Your Fear,
Crawl into the Flame.
This Holy Unconciousness,
Endless Discussion
About our Uselessness.
Clock is ticking,
This sacred Joke.
Left without a Reason
Till the reason takes hold.
Surrender your Fear,
Crawl into the Flame........
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