Answer
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Kaisarion
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A
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prophecy
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told
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We're
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building
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our
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empire
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From
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the
|
ashes
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of
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an
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old
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Kaisarion
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The
|
fruit
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of
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the
|
womb
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Our
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brotherhood
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of
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good
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faith
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Sealed
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an
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apostate
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witch's
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doom
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It's
|
the
|
sound
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of
|
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Answer
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another
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deadline
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Whistling
|
past
|
your
|
ears
|
It's
|
the
|
sight
|
of
|
a
|
million
|
regrets
|
Mounting
|
over
|
years
|
It's
|
the
|
words
|
that
|
were
|
never
|
spoken
|
That
|
echoes
|
through
|
the
|
times
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It's
|
the
|
smell
|
of
|
the
|
burning
|
|
Answer
|
temples
|
Swept
|
away
|
by
|
rhymes
|
Hypatia
|
Far
|
away
|
from
|
the
|
stench
|
of
|
the
|
heavens
|
Hypatia
|
Long
|
ago
|
yet
|
too
|
close
|
to
|
forever
|
Hypatia
|
When
|
a
|
paradise
|
is
|
lost
|
go
|
straight
|
to
|
Kaisarion
|
A
|
matter
|
|
Answer
|
of
|
love
|
When
|
mother
|
earth
|
is
|
calling
|
For
|
a
|
father
|
up
|
above
|
Kaisarion
|
Put
|
on
|
the
|
smiles
|
And
|
throw
|
your
|
holy
|
rocks
|
right
|
at
|
her
|
For
|
her
|
satanic
|
wiles
|
It's
|
the
|
truth
|
of
|
candor
|
|
Answer
|
shown
|
Through
|
a
|
prism
|
of
|
deceit
|
It's
|
the
|
continence
|
of
|
bishops
|
With
|
their
|
choirboys
|
en
|
suite
|
It's
|
the
|
tongue
|
soiled
|
in
|
adulation
|
That
|
licks
|
to
|
no
|
avail
|
It's
|
the
|
noise
|
of
|
the
|
righteous
|
dogma
|
|
Answer
|
That
|
hides
|
the
|
handmaid's
|
tail
|
Hypatia
|
Far
|
away
|
from
|
the
|
stench
|
of
|
the
|
heavens
|
Hypatia
|
Long
|
ago
|
yet
|
too
|
close
|
to
|
forever
|
Hypatia
|
When
|
a
|
paradise
|
is
|
lost
|
go
|
straight
|
to
|
It's
|
the
|
sound
|
|
Answer
|
of
|
another
|
deadline
|
Whistling
|
past
|
your
|
ears
|
It's
|
the
|
sight
|
of
|
a
|
million
|
regrets
|
Mounting
|
over
|
years
|
It's
|
the
|
words
|
that
|
were
|
never
|
spoken
|
That
|
echoes
|
through
|
the
|
times
|
It's
|
the
|
smell
|
of
|
the
|
|
Answer
|
burning
|
temples
|
Swept
|
away
|
by
|
rhymes
|
It's
|
the
|
truth
|
of
|
candor
|
shown
|
Through
|
a
|
prism
|
of
|
deceit
|
It's
|
the
|
continence
|
of
|
bishops
|
With
|
their
|
choirboys
|
en
|
suite
|
It's
|
the
|
tongue
|
soiled
|
in
|
adulation
|
That
|
|
Answer
|
licks
|
to
|
no
|
avail
|
It's
|
the
|
noise
|
of
|
the
|
righteous
|
dogma
|
That
|
hides
|
the
|
handmaid's
|
tail
|
Hypatia
|
Far
|
away
|
from
|
the
|
stench
|
of
|
the
|
heavens
|
Hypatia
|
Long
|
ago
|
yet
|
too
|
close
|
to
|
forever
|
Hypatia
|
|
Answer
|
When
|
a
|
paradise
|
is
|
lost
|
go
|
straight
|
to
|
Hypatia
|
Far
|
away
|
from
|
the
|
stench
|
of
|
the
|
heavens
|
Hypatia
|
Long
|
ago
|
yet
|
too
|
close
|
to
|
forever
|
Hypatia
|
When
|
a
|
paradise
|
is
|
lost
|
go
|
straight
|
to
|
|