| A heavy burden
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| Aiming to sever the ties of cause
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| Assuring a righteous dawn
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| To be conceived in strife and war
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| He trudges on promulgating the fall of the successions in place
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| With a resolution to re-assemble the balance of power
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| A rift forming into the vacuum
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| Choices made, sides taken
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| Equilibrium starting to break
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| The scales tipping towards confrontation
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| Eventually we crowned the traitors as kings
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| A lineage of renewal with a frail but crucial peace
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| But no amount of novelty could sustain
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| Our most basic of necesseties
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| The innate state creating the compulsive need to be
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| His fighting spirits broken after prolonged languish
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| A succession that broke the proportions ingrained
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| Society diminished from unending conflict
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| A succession that broke symmetries of life
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| What have I done?
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| For beneath wounds inflicted in vain our future writhes enchained
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| And the dawn seems so distant now
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| Yet forward is the only road, the only way on
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| A Heavy burden
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| To renew the chains cast away
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| To re-establish what once was broken
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| Bringing end to strife and war
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| Continuation of the arduous trial assured
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| By the institution of laws forged by the saboteur
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| By the saboteur |