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Behold our beloved in revels
In tragedy (in tragedy)
Self-denying abhorence for bloodshed
Behold hypocrite
Those who run will be burned
Devoutly wished for blinded eyes
This tragedy is like light to flies
It seems to suit you better
Bleeding out the eyes
God's left in chain suspension
Holding onto lies, to make the truth