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I reached the core |
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Once the peak of life |
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The bleeding eyes |
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Of empty shells |
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A shattered vision |
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The failure that was man |
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Higher spires |
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Deeper |
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Graves |
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Graveyard horizon |
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Whence my eyes can't flee |
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Every ruin |
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Is convicting me |
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They all, as one |
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Her voice foremost |
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Too dead to bear |
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Fingers damn |
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Then crumble to dust |
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Their touch is stone |
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The present past |
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Passed away |
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As life is lost |
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[Qorban:] |
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"In the dead city, only the echoes of my steps are alive. |
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Like in a dream, I entered a shattered and half-buried house through its gaping eyeholes. |
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Inside a body of rags and ashes, she's long dead, unknown, forgotten. |
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I wipe the dirt from my wet eyes but I can hardly see. |
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Look! A brittle newspaper! This...cannot be, |
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It's all a mad...unending nightmare! |
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These voices...I did nothing! Nothing, you hear me? Leave me alone!" |
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You live |
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Where we are doomed |
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To die |
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You must reveal |
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Our secret bane |