Thomas your sister she’s gone
these people they’re blasphemers occult
a disease bring her home name Thomas
Richardson a gleam of a world in which
each waking day we rise is pulled this
island it’s our paradise we have an
intruder on our land and we have to find
who are you he shall be cleansed
according to the Edict of this land of
the divine is but an illusion God is
pain God is suffering where false
prophets which come to you in sheep’s
clothing but inwardly they are ravening rules let us begin
these people they’re blasphemers occult
a disease bring her home name Thomas
Richardson a gleam of a world in which
each waking day we rise is pulled this
island it’s our paradise we have an
intruder on our land and we have to find
who are you he shall be cleansed
according to the Edict of this land of
the divine is but an illusion God is
pain God is suffering where false
prophets which come to you in sheep’s
clothing but inwardly they are ravening rules let us begin
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