In Our Name You Die
When Goodness soarsAnd spreads its wings
All shall place upon it
These golden chains.
For we all do wish
To fly so High
To benefit our own
We do begin
To Crucify
This given Angel.
And in the end
Every soaring angel
Hangs from a cross
In the name of all they love.
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