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Unrestrained by the illusions |
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That hold a world at bay |
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Unbaptized in flames of delusion |
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For me, the world was but a grave |
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The time is nigh for another revolution |
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As the sun gives away to greater light |
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Just a leap in a private evolution |
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A crop laid out for the reaping |
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With a global scythe |
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Fear not the world falling at your feet |
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For there are greater things coming to be |
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The time is ripe for this transformation |
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As all good talks must come to an end |
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And where life will greet its negation |
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And upon this soil, no sun will ever ascend |
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For I am becoming... |
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And I'll grow my wings before the fall |
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As it comes forth from primordial darkness |
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And takes only what needs to be reclaimed |
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These slumbering aeons will bear as witness |
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To the beauty of a world dressed in flame... |
