| Eyes gaze as the future unfolds
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| To horizons, no foot set at their dawn
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| Whence came this fear of dying that stole all our strength?
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| When elders speak of broken trees
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| They planet the seeds for forthcoming wind
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| The forces and rhythms of war
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| Flesh dying, a separation of souls
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| Their eyes gaze to a future foreseen
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| To horizons, no foot set at their dawn
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| I played for thou tunes, and sang at the choir
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| Circled through and fro, voices coarse and sore
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| Woth no lips, and no strings
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| No pawns, and no kings
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| Wisdom heard never before
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| Immersed in blight, in horror, I’ve set foot in thou mind
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| You let me in and i closed shut the door and I reaped you apart!
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| No future could suffice
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| For what I am here to explore
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| When chaos reigns I shall stride through that door
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| To claim all those dearest, thou shed tears upon and adore
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| Forlorn, and shriveled
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| (they'll be), to the furance them all
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| And you invoked me before
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| From the midwife’s role until the burier’s toll
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| My presence grows within you all
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| A drawing not for all to see
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| You cannot resist it yet you are bound to the part I’ve weaved for thee
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| And you, you invoked me before
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| Hint of a doubt, turns swiftly to gore
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| You cannot resist it yet you are bound to the part I’ve weaved for thee
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| Till time comed and you will recall
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| This body you wore
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| Countless eons ago
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| To flee from one battle
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| Thus loosing the war… |