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Matthias Replaces Judas-
It is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit,
The sun has scorched the rising plans;
Alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips,
Dance through the air with laughter as i wield this wicked whip,
As you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart
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