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Ancient God Loves The Dead

and a god And he will die too. Now I am cold but a ghost lives in my veins Silent the terror that reigned - marbled in stone Shell of a man God preserved

From the north, from the south, and from the east and from the west, we Invoke our ancient gods and goddesses. Bless our conjuration, for we have Gathered

things before I conform To the popular belief about where I was born Are they still illin', still killin' poppin' the corn? How's the horn, how's the love

(sup yall!) They want us dead or alive without the 'aliiivee' Part The sun rose over a body bag shortage Last week I was like 'god bless the saint that

desert Thou hast bled for the fallen idols from beyond prevailing stregth hath made Thee greater than the god... from amongst the million dead angels

from? Think back Try to remember... think back... try to remember... I used to sit at the right hand of God in light and splendor Lavishly spreading love

Who, no three weeks ago Was flogged red to euphoria For her dour love of God And the ardour of his crows Cold cloisters kept the dead apart At the Retreat

trace, to the other side, faith in god atlas has died. Aged and faded, Christianity, dying down in it?s disease, Heaven hated, never know his love, leave

to Hell with the nuns, they perverted too Yeah it's only mathematics spit I speak ancient Greek and Galilean Arabic I read the revised Koran, Circle Seven The god