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Jul 2016
Lord is gone, lord is gone;
The son is slain, the son is slain.
Angels weep and fall
And we take the crown.

This universe is ours,
Inhale, conquer and live.
Watch the righteous crawl
Serpentine towards us
Begging for mercy
Begging for forgiveness
We just laugh and then kiss
The blood of their God off our lips.

We have extinguished their light
And replaced it with the eternal flame,
The flame of liberation,
The flame of a new day
Glory be to the morning star,
The one who dared to disobey
another behemoth inspired piece.
Sarah Ouhida
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Sarah Ouhida  26/F/La Verne, CA
(26/F/La Verne, CA)   
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