| Dim lighting hides the scene so well
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| It’s truly frightening
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| These walls grow taller by the day
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| No words make sense and
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| There’s only one way to amend the backbone I’ve left laying around,
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| gathering dust
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| New branch
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| Perspective
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| Warm touch of grace
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| Yet winds blow colder
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| Fierce thunder in its wake
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| While raging powers reign
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| There’s no truth nor shame
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| You know it all makes sense
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| A mind depraved
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| Still reaching out to find a meaning
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| A revelation guiding home
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| Worn out to wear the armour of the vivid
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| While stumbling on the winding road
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| Striving
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| Struck to the ground
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| Gather pieces and rebuild
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| Feature
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| Persistent
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| Gather pieces and rebuild |