Lavoura Arcaica
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:42:00
This wound, this fester isn't
my fault nor is this thorn...

:42:06
nor the mucus flowing through
from my pores!

:42:09
I can't be blamed
for this cursed slime...

:42:11
not for this blooming sun...
:42:13
this crazed flame.
I can't be blamed for my delirium!

:42:17
One bead on your rosary
for my passion!

:42:19
Two beads for my testicles!
:42:21
All the beads for my eyes!
:42:24
Say ten rosaries for the
brother gone mad!

:42:31
I'm bathed in spleen, Ana...
:42:34
but I can still face your rejection.
:42:50
I won't hide my smile...
:42:53
if disease plagues
our herds and crops.

:42:58
I'll turn my back as everyone
rushes around.

:43:01
I'll cross my arms
when they ask for help...

:43:04
cover my eyes to avoid their
wounds...

:43:06
turn a deaf ear to their cries...
:43:09
I'll shrug if the house tumbles
to the ground.

:43:14
I did not get what I wanted,
I'll have no pity for the world!

:43:20
To love and to be loved
was all I asked...

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but I was cast off unfairly.
:43:27
I was amputated.
:43:28
I'm now in the brotherhood
of rejects...

:43:32
of the forbidden,
the unloved...

:43:35
the afflicted,
the anxious...

:43:37
the restless, the writhing...
:43:40
of the brotherhood
of tainted foreheads...

:43:42
bearing the ashen scar of
sacred envy...

:43:45
of the thirsty for
equality and justice...

:43:47
those who eventually
end up bowing to Evil!

:43:51
His whispering forces us
against the current...

:43:55
his harsh breath
scratches our ears.

:43:58
Seducting us until we reject
the fragile solidity of order,


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