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Another promise broken Another falsehood thrown to the dogs Time and time again we swallow Our throats torn by the barbed fruit of iniquity On our knees we wither Starving on a hollow phantom Discarded playthings, we crave in vain For the benign almighty lie Fools that we are Even as our star goes under We cling to the noose that will break our necks To the benighted psalms of priests drunk with conceit Like in the valley of linnom Murd
