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The Dream

As the sun is forced to exile, in a blaze of bloody fire

Disturbing visions mystify when conscience thought retires

I heard a tattered echoing from voices long since dead

Another night of wonder in the moonscape of my bed

I dreamed I was in Israel two thousand years ago

A festive flair was in the air; the great Passover show

Every pew was taken, and we wore our Sabbath best

As we partied long into the night, on a skull-shaped hill of death

Jealousy was dressed to kill, with Vengence at her side

While millions of tiny lies cavort in shiny white

At first this all seemed strange to me, then suddenly I knew...

I killed Jesus Christ

Yes I did, its true

I killed Jesus Christ

And you were with me, too

The Dream /

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