| Some call me SATAN others have me GOD
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| Some name me NEMO… I am unborn
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| Some speak of me in anagrams
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| Some grieve upon my wrath…
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| The ones who give me service
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| I grant my scorn
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| My words are
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| 'Too late', 'Never', 'Impossible', and 'Gone';
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| My home is in the sunset and the dawn
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| My Name is locked in silence
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| Sometimes it’s whispered out of spite
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| All gates are locked
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| All doors are barred and bolted
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| There is no place for flight
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| Will you not come to me
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| And love me for one more night?
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| Some see me shining, others have me dull;
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| Gun-metal and cut diamond -I am ALL
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| Some swear they see me weeping
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| In the poppy-fields of France…
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| In the tumbling of the dice see them fall!
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| Some laugh and see me laughing
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| Down the corridors of power:
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| Some see my sign on Caesar and his pall
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| My face is robed in darkness
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| Sometimes you glimpse me in the shade
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| All friends have gone
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| All calls are weak and wasted
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| There is no more to say
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| Will you not crawl to me
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| And love me for one more day?
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| Some wish me empty, others will me full
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| Some crave of me infinity — I am NONE
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| Some look for me in symbols
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| Some trace my line in stars
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| Some count my ways in numbers:
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| I am No One
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| Some chronicle my movements
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| My colours and my clothes
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| Some trace the work in progress
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| — it is done
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| My soul is cast in crystal
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| Yet unrevealed beneath the knife
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| All wells are dry, all bread is masked in fungus
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| And now disease is rife
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| Will you not run from this
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| And love me for one more life? |