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Sleep now, willing hosts |
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In envy, accede to this void of life so bleak and fragile |
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There is only silence here |
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No resistance |
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A silent corrosion of mind |
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This innocence lost |
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The tide long retreating |
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You cannot see above the walls, encircling high |
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This sanctuary and its need, infectious |
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You will not see again |
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The infected will never see again |
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To claim this as nothing |
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You should not be of this world |
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Of those who preach death |
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Your words are poison |
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And those of stone in apathy |
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You crawl with them |
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You crawl with them in decay |
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This cold becoming never dethroned |
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Of those who claim this fire as nothing |
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I will forever despise |
