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dances with fishes
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These the last are the first,
Sin has set the stage reversed,
Each has their course in the play, come the day,
This the past profoundly perverse,
Has us periodically placed to reveal and rehearse,
Teaching remorse remanding old ways
We still fight for the Golden fleece,
In a land full of molten beasts,
Unremembered 'Good' goes to the dead,
Punishing all who push for peace,
We cull and kill all thoughts to cease,
Forever! blood flows from the head,
To spit on a serpent is to slip on your own,
We stand to stone ourselves alone,
In a hole we confide for our safety we hide,
From fear we could be more than ‘One’,
To rent to repent, we bemoan all these bones,
We're to quick to forget what is known,
With no soul inside to save for an afterlife,
We slowly die outdone,
Sin has set the stage reversed,
Each has their course in the play, come the day,
This the past profoundly perverse,
Has us periodically placed to reveal and rehearse,
Teaching remorse remanding old ways
We still fight for the Golden fleece,
In a land full of molten beasts,
Unremembered 'Good' goes to the dead,
Punishing all who push for peace,
We cull and kill all thoughts to cease,
Forever! blood flows from the head,
To spit on a serpent is to slip on your own,
We stand to stone ourselves alone,
In a hole we confide for our safety we hide,
From fear we could be more than ‘One’,
To rent to repent, we bemoan all these bones,
We're to quick to forget what is known,
With no soul inside to save for an afterlife,
We slowly die outdone,
