One man loves the world, and so is doomed to die. |
Two cross-bars form a "T" |
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Where they nail him to the tree. |
Three days spent in the tomb |
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Sodden earth as second womb |
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While others hide in upper room. |
Four riders passing by |
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Going forth to indict and try |
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Seeing all with baleful eye |
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In their wake the ruins lie. |
Five hounds gather round |
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And howl at the awful sound |
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That issues forth from fissured ground |
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And from each wall makes sharp resound, |
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"Ev'ry buried evil has now been found!" |
Six zephyrs now burst out |
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As if from some titan's mighty shout |
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And scour clean without a doubt |
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All that lies along their route |
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The ships asea they toss about |
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And then they break the strong redoubt. |
Seven angels each blare their horn |
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And usher in the dreadful morn. |
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Only ashcloth now is worn. |
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Every face is now forlorn. |
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Every power is crowned with thorn. |
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Every mother from her babe is torn. |
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And every plea is met with scorn. |
Eight stars have fell to earth |
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None now to mark a virgin birth. |
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No gloom is lifted by bit mirth. |
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No fires burn in cozy hearth. |
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No candles lit to fill the death. |
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No light at all in world's wide girth. |
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In darkness fitting we will unearth |
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That darkness only is our worth. |
Nine rings there are in hell |
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And every one we fill right well |
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With every untruth that we tell |
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With every insult that we yell |
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With every misdeed foul and fell |
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With each sweet cry of "Infidel!" |
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With every sin we buy and sell |
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We cause the legions of the damned to swell |
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Until we hear the clamor of the bell. |
But... |
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One man loves the world, and so perchance we rise. |