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COMEITH

COMITH

It's still coming
Of that I have no doubt
Rabid and foaming
He pushes his mount

He came from the ground
Ashamed of the sky
To plunder and pillage
It wants you to die

No pity nor shame
It's owed to him
By birth right †alone
Nevermind his name

So take and knee
Bow your head
 Partake †in my flesh
Your †Daily bread
Joewaynejoe
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