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Who am I, the moon with no light of it's own |
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Prominence in black velvet skies |
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It wounds me deeply as you speak to my soul |
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The realization of existence unfolds |
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A whore with no warmth and no place to call home |
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The moon reflects the glory of the sun |
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As willed, some are brought to life |
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You can only share a gift if you have been given it |
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Radiance of white and pearls of lights are nothing in comparison |
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When they behead me I wish only for light to spew |
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Forth from my neck |
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Destruction will come swiftly |
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Even the stubborn will fall |
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The tree that won't give up it's leaves |
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Moon boasting glory not of their own |
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Their ruin will be smitten throughout the universe |
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Wraith will strike them down |
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Many bodies and souls, the mountains will fall |
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You are being foretold |
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When they behead me I wish only for light to spew |
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Forth from my neck |
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So in the vast darkness on earth, maybe another shall see |
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The truth that has been revelead |
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Like the heat of a tear drying sun |
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The complete eternal sacrifice of the son cannot be undone |
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The sun, moon, and stars, entwined with a heavenly glow |
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Such a foul and sacred creatures is not worthy |
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A heart of flesh, ears that may hear, and eyes that truly see |
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Lord willing you shall receive |
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What do I have to give? Take everything |
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Leave nothing I do not need |
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In essence there is death until your heart is replaced |
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Freed from you frozen chains |
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A fleshly transplant your coin may not buy |
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And your actions cannot sway |
