This vale is filled with gobs of serfs
I feel their smell of sweat
Like vermin building muggy nest
They rise their sacred place
Conduct the light
You must highlight the ground
Where fools abound
They mounting the profound
The higher grows The deeper goes
And everyone thinks he is grave When drags stercorous stone
Runs roughshod over other slaves
Thus the profound grows
The higher grows The deeper goes
I plod midst scared architects Erecting stones to chasm
The lash of light their skin dissects
Their prayer spreads miasm.
I cross the rabble Of pointless acolytes
Erecting chasm To reach the skies
The higher grows The deeper goes
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