I never saw the face of pure perfection,
Like a king without a soul expressed,
Taken by the name of Moses, Aaron.
A way to travel through humility,
Gaze upon the path of great salvation,
Sing the ancient songs of glory merely.
A night of mother nature sits and prays,
Is like a pillow where the flowers lay,
Lying on the bed of forty days.
Confusion feeds upon a new creation,
The fear of being beaten by submission,
At the sake of such a strange temptation.
A human being guided by a nay.
When the light of darkness hath expressed,
A passage through the gates of bed and lay.
Obey and worship thine divine temptation,
Rejoice and join the blessed commandment thou,
The name of Satan question condemnation.
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