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Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
And angel fat
at Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
Delicate like grief
I am rapist, well-healed
Double the echo of silence
Like a dusty dead rose
Contaminate with neglect
Every little heart
Should end up broken
And shrouded by fog
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat
At Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased
Asleep in the stumble of autumn
The pain was calvary
Our living on Empty
The dead of it
The dread of it
Like Luther's army
And Abel's brother
I woke to find
Only to smother
An angel fat
At Satan's feast
Where falsehood, childhood
And loneliness ceased