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Congregation

from Too Late by Too Late

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Divine injustice, your god is a crutch, yet you call him a compass. Fools. His words are your words, plans, desires. Speaking for others, prophecy. Contributing slowly to the mind of the hive. Your fear of the lonely is keeping him alive.

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from Too Late, released June 16, 2016

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