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The primeval genesis |
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Etched into forgotten flesh |
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In darkness, oblivious, we exist to no avail |
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To no avail |
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To never unearth |
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The insipid with their deadpan stare |
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Long for worth in dying oceans |
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To never unearth |
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By the scorn of weakness |
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Lay me to rest |
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Rip away the flesh we scarred with god |
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And scour our bones for deceit |
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Beneath the black shroud of abandon lay fields of us |
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Our bodies still; our minds hollow and sightless |
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Here we lay, nothing without deceit |
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The immortal, reflected in dead oceans |
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Drowned by frailty tied at their feet |
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Even still in death, this falls on deaf ears |
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I am the eyes of our inception |
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Sewn shut |
