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I'm writhing among my brothers. |
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Vigilant and distrustful. |
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Enemy among predators. |
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Always traced by the others. |
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Hatching the lifeshel, |
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that I used to wear, |
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absorbing paramorphosed reality. |
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No one will lead the blind! |
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No one will call the numb! |
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Follow superior's principles. |
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No prayers, our silence is out speech. |
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No bread, our fear is our feed. |
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No light, our blindness is our hope. |
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No warmth, our coldness is our force. |
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God left! There is no Eden. |
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The sky struggled with ash. Disappeared. |
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Lungs taste the venomous air. |
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the curse of cannibalistic breath. |
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We are existing in phantasmagoric hell. |
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Limits of human creation, |
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crossed at every point. |
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Moral schism, images of decay. |
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The coma is wrapping me up |
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cocooning senses in a catatonic shell. |
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The pallid chamber-extinction stench. |
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The pallid chamber-extinction stench. |
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Awakening in Fire-Imago in Death. |
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We are the burning nation, |
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the torches of absent light. |
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In forge of this flame |
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I hammered out my wings, |
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spread wide towards the freedom. |
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Grey wings covered with dust. |
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God left. There is no Eden. |
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The sky struggled with ash. Disappeared. |
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Lungs taste the venomous air. |
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The coma is wrapping me up |
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cocooning senses in a catatonic death! |
