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    Imperium

    Imperium

    Imperium

    This life of man is but a span

    We all come down in fields of rape

    Our little eyes do glitter like the sun

    But the leaves do wither

    And the branches decay

    And all are born of

    Will soon fall away

    He gave me honey

    All mixed with gold

    He gave me words

    Envowed with awe

    He gave me a delicate gown to wear

    All stitched with sorrow

    And hemmed with fear

    And twisted steel and broken wheels

    In a million years ten million years

    I curse all gold and silver

    This life of man is but a span

    We all come down in fields of rape

    As thou knowest not what is the way of the spirit

    Nor how the bones do grow

    In the womb of her that is with child

    Even so thou knowest not the words of God who maketh all

    In the morning sow thy seed

    And in the evening withhold and apprehend

    For thou knowest not whether she'll prosper

    This or that

    Or whether they should both be

    In a million years ten million years

    I curse all gold and silver

    Remember now thy creator in the days of life

    How evil days come out

    And the years go by

    Then thou shalt see

    I had no pleasure

    How the sun or the light

    Or the moon and the stars be all darkened

    How the clouds return after the rain

    In the day when the kings of the house shall tremble

    And the strong men shall bow themselves

    And the quiet de-cease for there are few

    And those who are gone to the windows be darkened

    And the door shall be shut on the streets

    When the sound of the quiet days

    And we shall summon the voice of the birds

    And all the daughters of music

    Shall be brought low

    And men shall be afraid of that which is high

    And fear shall be in the way

    And the almond tree shall flourish

    And the grasshopper shall be a burden

    And desire shall fail

    Because man goeth to his long home

    And the mourners go about the streets

    Or ever the silver gone be loose

    Or the golden bone be broken

    Or the pigeon be broken at the fountain

    Or the wheel broken in the system

    Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was

    And the spirit shall return into God who gave it

    Vanity of vanity sayeth good job

    All is vanity

    All is vanity

    Imperium

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