| Waves of calm they washed me clean
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| Detached, removed from the spine
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| Possessed with a feeling of death
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| A compulsion to silence the goodness
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| Everyone dies but not everyone lives
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| The plague modern times instilled
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| This revelation cured me of this sickness of the mind
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| Wronged in our chance to comprehend immortality
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| Power beyond the amorphous stature breathing lies
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| Inside the ties that bind
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| Waves of doubt wash over me
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| Skepticism oscillates in the mind
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| Relief from the pagan beliefs
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| That are contrary to the submissive
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| Faith and doubt constantly collide
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| Joined together on immeasurable planes
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| More courage does it take to suffer than to die
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| Power beyond the amorphous stature breathing lies
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| Inside the ties that bind
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| Recalculate infinity
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| Expand just to collapse on me
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| A glimpse of moving light
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| That you must bring to focus
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| Grows in proportion to
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| The pressure on the eyes |