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To stars and suns we carry |
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To superhumans names in stone |
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Into the depths of seas of grand desires |
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To the thought pure, into nothingness |
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Limitless solitude without numbers and names |
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Where names a curse no longer are |
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The ideal one- the true number of man |
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The sick stench of crowded dogs |
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With their eyes closed |
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That are looking into others for gods |
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Rotting millions keeping guard |
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Of their own truths which you cannot see |
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A many-headed worm of names uncounted |
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Is eating its tail in wretched self-hatred |
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Blinded millions on the road to death |
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The hunger of self-destruction always defeats |
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Raise your gaze- you can't |
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You won't- it's easier to follow the herd |
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You suck on an empty bag of words |
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You fulfill yourself in a cage |
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Of your own blindness |
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Carry me, my wings of hatred |
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Above the fear of knowing all other |
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I want to see my very own death |
