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To be the son of our god
And to sit and to eat at the table
And drink their sweet wine
And listen to them speak
Of a time to come what's to be
And to tell his stories
And then let you choke on the truth
Could he clear his throat
He could cook his son
He cooked his son
They taste is wickedness
And they took him below
And he stood him up
To his neck in drink
To make him think
Of the heavenly fruit he won't reach
And a stone to remind him
That he'll forever choke on his son

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