Behold our beloved in revels In tragedy (in tragedy) Self-denying abhorence for bloodshed Behold hypocrite Those who run will be burned Devoutly wished for blinded eyes This tragedy is like light to flies It seems to suit you better Bleeding out the eyes God's left in chain suspension Holding onto lies, to make the truth
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