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How he knows every wretch's
None of them are believers
They all under fate's icy breath
But turn their face to the deceiver

Alarm to all the aberrations
Who off the disgust of the masses

All joined to make a scrap of a living
The eye sees all, the eye so
Off the foul gasping breath of who are paying
He says all and he so

Behold, defective bodies in wonder
The creeps and whores, the wicker and
Amazement paints the in the rickety bleachers
They scream for more of the modern

Such much as the eyes of the happy
And burn us all in the light life
Only the one knows the end
A torturous completion

Of all their doings and black sins
Forcasted in visions
Slouched the clear seeing eye
He marks down each death and he
How he knows wretch's death
And none of are crystal believers

Slouched over the seeing eye
He marks each death and he quivers
How he knows every wretch's
And none of them are crystal