| I’m writhing among my brothers.
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| Vigilant and distrustful.
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| Enemy among predators.
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| Always traced by the others.
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| Hatching the lifeshell,
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| That I used to wear,
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| Absorbing paramorphosed reality.
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| No one will lead the blind!
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| No one will call the numb!
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| Follow superior’s principles.
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| No prayers, our silence is out speech.
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| No bread, our fear is our feed.
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| No light, our blindness is our hope.
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| No warmth, our coldness is our force.
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| God left! |
| There is no Eden.
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| The sky struggled with ash. |
| Disappeared.
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| Lungs taste the venomous air.
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| The curse of cannibalistic breath.
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| We are existing in phantasmagoric hell.
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| Limits of human creation,
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| Crossed at every point.
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| Moral schism, images of decay.
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| The coma is wrapping me up
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| Cocooning senses in a catatonic shell.
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| The pallid chamber-extinction stench.
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| The pallid chamber-extinction stench.
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| Awakening in Fire-Imago in Death.
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| We are the burning nation,
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| The torches of absent light.
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| In forge of this flame
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| I hammered out my wings,
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| Spread wide towards the freedom.
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| Grey wings covered with dust.
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| God left. |
| There is no Eden.
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| The sky struggled with ash. |
| Disappeared.
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| Lungs taste the venomous air.
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| The coma is wrapping me up
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| Cocooning senses in a catatonic death! |