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Gold-sprinkled servant, east-roman child |
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like God's own creation, where the blisters of ages in glory subside. |
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Speaking of wisdom, speaking of pride, |
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I stare down the bridges and conjure up the old heart of mankind. |
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Justinian's children saw the coming of the Osman Foray. |
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Failing allegiance no friend in need, so that's what they say. |
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They build a bridge to heaven |
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to see the Word unfold. |
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But seeds of disillusion |
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were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy's land. |
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When bloodshed has started, the siege began. |
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A clash of religions, as some failed conversations brought death in the end. |
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Thinking about sadness, thinking about pain |
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I still hear the echoes, paradise shattered by steel-bladed rain. |
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The prophet's disciples went for battle and for heaven's reward. |
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Belief is a leader, inspiration, and a reason for war. |
