| Bastard cries, feed the fire. |
| The burning desire to rob human
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| Life. |
| In this world full of fear of the unknown. |
| Twisting the
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| Perception of the weak. |
| Lying to progress. |
| Only achieving
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| Greed. |
| Seated behind the sun. |
| Myths bleed into one
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| Searching for a saviour to lead us through this life. |
| Where our
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| Sanity is undone. |
| Killing against our will. |
| Killing for the
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| Bastard maker. |
| The fairy tale. |
| The non existent. |
| Salvation so
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| Bittersweet the taste brought fear to our tongues. |
| Preying on
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| The weak. |
| Fatherless creation encased in the depths of
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| Humanity. |
| They continue to rape and call it purity. |
| I will not
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| Bow down because of out past. |
| I see now mankind was not
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| Meant to last |