| Dear friends
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| where have you
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| gone?
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| The silence
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| is very deafening
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| moments frozen in time
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| greet me
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| in blackest infinity
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| this burden has weighed a ton.
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| Embrace me
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| should I let go
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| crawling as we did at birth
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| bludgeoned by this mortal coil
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| one day closer
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| to our final breaths
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| and just when you have nothing left
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| they’ll take that too.
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| Father I am your son
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| mother I am your everything
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| these veins run with your blood
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| I beg you don’t leave me now
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| Crawling as we did at birth
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| bludgeoned by this mortal coil
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| one day closer to our final breaths
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| and just when you have nothing left
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| they’ll take that too
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| If we endure the pain
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| brought by this barrage of torment
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| we’ll see the things we love wither and die
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| vermin run in place
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| on a path unwinding
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| in a circle, a circle of lies
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| Coping with these stages of mortality
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| accepting the impermanence of being
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| stability, prosperity, longevity
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| futile notions and expenditures of time
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| Laborem Morte liberat te
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| We toil until our deaths
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| laborem morte liberat te
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| until freedom comes at last
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| this too shall pass in time
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| ride the winds into obscurity
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| hold fast to the things you love
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| they disappear once you turn around
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| things change until you don’t belong
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| and it’s true you can never go home
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| Crawling as we did at birth
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| bludgeoned by this mortal coil
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| one day closer to our final breaths
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| and just when you have nothing left
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| they’ll take that too… |