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Desperation in a sanctifying need - tremble with the conscience that we breathe - suffer in the status that I bleed - drink from the fountain as we see the grasping on our troubles with iron teeth - it ‘tis death to those which glory cannot reach - glory is why my consciousness now grieves - for flattering at the powers I’ve receive - Have we a penance for my countless sins - Have I had so much trouble I’ll repent - or are all my chances at forgiveness spent - death to me in all my dire need - reborn am I within a sires seed - set to rise above this life’s disease