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Seeking the Registrar
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A lie slowly becomes' Mercy
As the truth suddenly becomes'
Crystal clear,
However,
There comes' a time where
Life has equated itself with Death
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And yet,
The implications' so unclear
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And then death has made off
With it's own consumption
Of Will
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As it breaches' it's own
Confidence inundate....
And has blended it's own
Way threw...
As We seek the resound
Sound know as the "Registrar"
He make's Legions' of me and you
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When we do appear before him
Fore He is far beyond man
So repetitiously clear
He makes' short work of perdition
In the deliverance of all man
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And He delivers' sanity soulfully at will
It is the "Just" among man
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Then in a chasm like appurtenance
It becomes Evil Incorporate
Evil on demand
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He then reveals' himself
-For-
He is but a creation threw time
He brings superstition
He play's with the mind
And this He has been doing
Since the beginning
Of time
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Gary Fields
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