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I fear the path we walk is my decline |
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That greater deeds, through fate, I shan't perform |
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So long was spent defining how to shine |
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'Twas never learnt that rays are best when warm |
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To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence |
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My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me |
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Through every nightshade vision one can sense |
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Inherent in my art is to feed thee |
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Perhaps the path traversed shall never grow |
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Yet such conjecture is naught but sorrow |
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The greatest seed may yet be left to sow |
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Midnight brings us closer to the morrow |
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To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence |
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My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me |
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Through every nightshade vision one can sense |
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Inherent in my art is to feed thee |
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This phoenix I must fly into the sun |
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For only from my spirit do I run |