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unholy judge on high aboveunholy finger you piont at evry oneand you sit alone on your moral thronenone do you serve so you've become your ownyou must have diedyou must have diedyou must have diedto have your foolish prideblack cross within, imaginationwhile you rid the world of your every sinso have you become our redemptiona self-righteous master of undivine election
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