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To stem the current is no vain attemptthe Knowledge preserved for us alonein this world of mud and rustdecipher what is coded by our hands
Defiled our namessoiled glory of godsdismal new faithspawn of deliverence
Oh Wisdom formless and odiousthe sexless parent of disbeliefrestricting rules they can makemeans nothing to Your Being
Defiled our namessoiled glory of godsdismal new faithspawn of deliverence
Restore what was brokenno single word is missedwith fiery tongues speak to usto souls gashed, souls hardened
Oh Wisdom formless and odiousthe sexless parent of disbeliefrestricting rules they can makemeans nothing to Your Being
Defiled our namessoiled glory of godsdismal new faithspawn of deliverence
This conceit wasteregain we muston Hermes' touch
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