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We are all slaves
Digging our own graves
In church yards while the priests
Cast judgment on our beliefs
Because Christ laid down his hands and feet
So I would always fall asleep
And in this slumber suffocate
On the dirt suppressing my lungs
I'm not dead yet
I'm.
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