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Lion's Gate
I borrow words,
Then they belong to me,
I wear the Bible belt,
Around my waist...so you see.
Laying down palm leaves,
Myrrh, a sweet-scented bark made from trees.
Ceremony at the House of Praise,
It's not secret or arcane,
We continue to spread the word,
Through all the seven days.
AD 31,
The edict of toleration,
Led to much less persecution.
Lion's gate,
Lion's gate,
The place of Saint Stephen's fate.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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