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Within highest praise

And sought subjugation

Within woe and squaller

Countenance ever fallen

Dawning

The leering break of day

And penitence

Unto gowns of sacrifice

Unscathed nor weary

The Gardens of Coprolite

The Gardens of Coprolite

All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up and like the wind our sins sweep us away

The Gardens of Coprolite

Deceiving within your own selves

Shunning libelous laws

Therefore, the word, not flesh, is lived

The Gardens of Coprolite

And again the staggering vomit vexations

Manifesting in the hearts of man