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Quiet attire
oven plant shareholders prosper
Sound investments
syncretism in mag-lite by the
twilight barrier
bargain price as false as Gospel
We're all templed
by the life of contemptation
They'll raid you - invade you
What have you done
now can you tell who's the one?
Souls are crushed
With a brittle sound
Like crumbs are crushed
When a table's undone
Their blood was their wine
Their mind was their meat
Here they sat