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Twilight... the leaves fall, the ground... is oh so cold. Sing about God, sing on his death! Sing about love and sing about . Your great mystery's a lie, hypocrisy's [bad word]  Sing on. The. Death... of God! Of darkness and light, of heaven and [bad word]  of sinful delights. Beneath our feet lie shattered wings, our screams bring the awakening of God... So say goodbye to torture and lies, and if there's a God pray he opens his eyes. His angels aren't the master race, we'll tell him when we're face to face with God.