What thought would
Give rise to control
What forces come
Twisted and cold
Time and time again
We give our consent
To objectify
Here to sell salvation
Armed with tools of faith
That occupy the soul
Serve! No! Punish the devoted
Good will drunk and potent
And this, be! Suffocated wisdom
God will build your kingdom
Orphaned by the sea, orphaned by
The chord, scared not to conform
In this extremity, there is
Contemplation, that occupies
The soul!
What thought would give rise
To control, what forces come
Twisted and cold

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