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Resign to post a hollow ensign in regards to days of old |
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Progress or a lack thereof, confess turning to face the untrue |
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A passage new, a passage bold |
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Wayfaring a path one may never undo |
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Re-paving the ways, long forsaken |
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Adversities never forgot |
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Re-righting the wrongs that have always proved |
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Undeserving of reform |
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Resign to post a hollow ensign in regards to days of old |
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Progress or a lack thereof, confess turning to face the untrue |
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The time passed long ago can still alter you |
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Custom disdain over the wake of your past |
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If only the mindful felt for the lost, would the error persist |
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If only the innocent fell for denial, once hopeful, now blind |
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And the light, as blinding, and yet as faint as it may be |
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Has lead us nowhere but to our graves, much like it does now |
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And with hands shaking, a prayer out loud |
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To guide a hand into hallowed ground |
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For a genesis like every one before |
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Pride forged, ambition in the dark |
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Regret is still only a spark on the |
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Fuel that is almost but a rhythm set to echo ever again |
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Trace the artery alone |
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And lead, in vain, your path to conceive the unknown |
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The time passed long ago can still alter you |
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Custom disdain over the wake of your past |
