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Wretched villains rise |
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From the settled dust |
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Creed of tyrants |
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Form from loss and tragedy |
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Code of men stripped with no loyalty |
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We sat on the fence line |
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And hunted down angels |
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With all hope lost, far, and gone |
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Fill the void of angst with |
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Whatever pieces fit |
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Failure invites doubt into our eyes |
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Strip the mind until thoughts run blank |
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Rape the soul of ideals held close |
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Life slips like sand between your fingertips |
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Follow the henchmen upon a pale horse |
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To lead into eternal truth |
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One man mounted of wings rises to power |
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Seven heads separate |
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Forms the beast of Revelation |
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Kingdoms, divided, are brought to desolation |
