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how i despise the pride of man

to carelessly saunter atop holy lands

with appetites to never sate

you'll carve yourselves an early grave

i know just what you have in store

precious seasides will turn bloody shore

damnable indifference your ultimate felling

forever forgotten in the allife's telling

and when the end does come

we'll drink wine stained with blood

to celebrate life

to bring in the night