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    "Oh, God of Earth and Altar Bow down and hear our cry Our earthly rulers falter Our people drift and die The walls of gold entomb us The swords of scorn divide Take not thy thunder from us Take away our pride" Just a babe in a black abyss No reason for a place like this The walls are cold and souls cry out in pain An easy way for the blind to go A clever path for the fools who know The secret of the Hanged Man, the smile on his lips The light of the blind You'll see The venom tears my spine The Eyes of the Nile are opening You'll see She came to me with a serpent's kiss As the Eye of the Sun rose on her lips Moonlight catches silver tears I cry So we lay in a black embrace And the seed is sown in a holy place And I watched, and I waited for the dawn The light of the blind You'll see The venom that tears my spine The Eyes of the Nile are opening You'll see Go Bind all of us together Ablaze with hope and free No storm or heavy weather Will rock the boat you'll see The time has come to close your eyes And still the wind and rain For the one who will be king Is the watcher in the ring It is You, oh It is You

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    I also stood in Satan’s bosom & beheld its desolatons: A ruin’d Man, a ruin’d building of God not made with hands; Its plains of burning sand, its mountains of marble terrible; Its pits & declivities flowing with molten ore & fountains Of pitch & nitre; its ruin’d palaces & cities & mighty works; Its furnaces of affliction, in which his Angels & Emanations Labour with blacken’d visages among its stupendous ruins, Arches & pyramids & porches, colonnades & domes, In which dwells Mystery, Babylon; here is her secret place; From hence she comes forth on the Churches in delight; Here is her Cup fill’d with its poisons, in these horrid vales, And here her scarlet Veil woven in pestilence & war; Here is Jerusalem bound in chains, in the Dens of Babylon.
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