These are the spiritual forms of coma
We have entered a new definition of tradition
With wounds that cannot be cut
Any deeper any wider
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Turning strength to a wreck of weakness
With fire and steel burned onto their foreheads
Brandings which mark a new act of behaviour
As we feed angels with pitch and tar
Centres of inhumanity
The foundationwalls of Utopia
A kingdom of splendid might
A stronghold of inviolables
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