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Adobe of the angels fallen

This flesh has become

And so we burn

Creatures molded from clay

Now imbued with fire

The seams are bursting out

You hold no power over me

I have seen in to your heart

And all that I have found

Was vast gaping void

Hail the rebel angels!

Our souls are aflame

We have awakened from our deep slumber

To regain our place among the stars

And to leave the earth to its worms

There is no greater glory

Than to be the conqueror

Of the state that is of man

And to be born anew free from its dross