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| Bathe afresh in the blood of Ahaz, you who murdered death exalting love | |
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| Tidy your soul- your deeds, let me feast upon your guts... | |
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| I will carve great pillars in your rejected core, to rival even mighty Solomon’s! | |
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| For I am Shamir... the worm of old, restored !!! | |
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