I pray to you oh great lust god
For you keep the meaning of the myths
and I know that you reign
So I still bow in the presence of your power
If only I could capture the illusions that you create
and hold the wonder of the flesh you animate
This self perpetuated recycled wheel
Reincarnation of thought
I`m so sick of it... perhaps even tired
Look at the circle bite it`s tail
I wish it would swallow itself and fail
This is nothing but the curse
Plenty rehearsed
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