| I fear the path we walk is my decline
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| That greater deeds, through fate, I shan’t perform
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| So long was spent defining how to shine
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| 'Twas never learnt that rays are best when warm
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| To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence
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| My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me
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| Through every nightshade vision one can sense
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| Inherent in my art is to feed thee
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| Perhaps the path traversed shall never grow
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| Yet such conjecture is naught but sorrow
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| The greatest seed may yet be left to sow
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| Midnight brings us closer to the morrow
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| To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence
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| My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me
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| Through every nightshade vision one can sense
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| Inherent in my art is to feed thee
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| This phoenix I must fly into the sun
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| For only from my spirit do I run |