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By the sweat of your face, you shall eat bread

till you return to the ground, for out of it you were taken

for you are dust

And dust you shall become



At which point did this come to be

Incessantly pierced by thistles and thorns

No ark been built, no ford been laid

Naked I‘ll wander, the sinners path



And dust you shall become

And dust you shall become



At least a god to claim

And some words that hall

A returning echo

That still remains



At least a way to claim

And a trail to tread

Yet no direction

But well-worn feet



I ate the weed

I wandered the valley

There is nothing left

To sacrifice



It bears me thorns

Spikes lead the way

The words of Job

Don’t have an end



The ark has sunk

The plagues remain

The burning bush

Has become extinct



Jona drowned

The newborn’s split

Lots virgin offsprings

Been raped to death



The Lord gave

The Lord took away



The Lord gave

The Lord took away



The water is rising

Daylight disappears

The ground is trembling

Heaven and earth collide



This will be the end

As we all know it

One last chapter

The last act



By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread,

till you return to the ground, for out of it, you were taken

for you are dust, and to dust you shall return;

for you are dust, and to dust you shall return