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Gather round in worship

for the vacant promise of benediction

An eclipsing faith surpasses

these cloistered adherents, drawn toward the light

A litany of praise in silence

guided by the swarm

that flickers in and out of the parochial doctrine

A-fucking-men

Allow the zeal of heaven's malice

to dress the empty altar of repentance

then turn toward such radiance

A-fucking-men

A halo shines and burns,

leaving charred the canon of holy reverence

A susurration as the shadows descend

in winged spiral upon that font of absolution

A-fucking-men

Oh blessed disciple

devoted and devout

Let not the veil before the flame deter

for the shade will ever seek to thwart the light

Continue, then, your journey

toward the embrace of salvation

secure in the knowledge that faith

must be tested to be proven

And hardened in the forge of adversity

like a sword tempered by the hammer

It can bow but not break

It can tremble but not shatter

On your knees in genuflection

press that brow to cold, cold stone

The whispering of silken cloth as you rise

The fluttering of silken wings as you fly

More and more

always one to follow the other

A horde to flock in adulation

singing a thousand, thousand plaudits

Because answers are not the promise

there can be no ultimatum

It will be for you what it is

It will be for you your freedom

Oh blessed disciple

devoted and devout

Let not the veil before the flame deter

for the shade will ever seek to thwart the light

A-fucking-men

Because answers are not the promise

there can be no ultimatum

It will be for you what it is

It will be for you your freedom