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Weep, O you Pharisees and priest
For your god is a lie and his promises are empty rags.
All this shall pass away.
Weep, O you grain-fed maggots Squirming in the basket of bread,
For your bellies are splitting with the feast And a storm of flies is coming.
All this shall pass away.
Weep, O you sullen nightmares,
For the dancing gods of
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