Through the muck we pave our way,
Jaunty tunes and dance and play.
We light the sewer rot ablaze,
And raise to new enlightened days.
We laugh and scoff and haze and taunt,
The Gods above approve us not,
Our toothy grins, our lively eyes,
Our mere psychotic face disguise.
The fire wheel of holy lies,
We joke and jest at such reprise.
We see not life but deep inside,
As heaven, hell, and earth collide.
We take a sip of aged blood,
Rejoice in all that rains above.
Retake the fall until we've won,
And lift the break to be undone.
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