Clean up the saints and wipe the blossoms
Stage a coup in Evangelion
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Clay of my mouth, arise!
Hold seven solar systems in my hand
Kiss them and lick them with my little tongue
God of love
You granted me a swarm of bees
God of love
You took the Kaaba through the gash
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Swan on the surface, arise!
Weeping little cosmos, announce!
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Call of the lambs on the rise
Soft little hand, let go
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Child in a cape, take charge
Eyes of the wooly lamb, well up
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Bray at the nebula of Christ
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Hold my teeming hand