| Serenity
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| Broken and twisted
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| Displaying sharp claws
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| In the name of liberty
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| Primordial greed
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| Disguised as good purpose
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| Always stood as a trademark
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| Of our breed
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| History shows how to avoid all the sorrow
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| And its teachings we all should borrow
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| All the fears of the past still lay close
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| Far away the horizon twinkles
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| With fragments of hope
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| Far away some clay is left to mould
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| Another haven
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| Watching powerless a flow of deeds
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| That is always the same
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| A freakshow from heaven sent
|
| Witnessing the rise and fall
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| Of the lessons we learned
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| They all seem forgotten
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| All wrongs and mischiefs
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| Still are carried within
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| Blinded in front of our tears
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| I just feel free
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| Merged into this rhyme
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| Inoffensive like a fallen stingless bee
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| Everyday I discover the fire
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| Burning deep like an undead pyre
|
| Still it feeds all the tragedies of time
|
| Far away the horizon twinkles
|
| With fragments of hope
|
| Far away some clay is left to mould
|
| Another haven
|
| Watching powerless a flow of deeds
|
| That is always the same
|
| A freakshow from heaven sent
|
| Witnessing the rise and fall
|
| Of the lessons we learned
|
| They all seem forgotten
|
| All wrongs and mischiefs
|
| Still are carried within
|
| Blinded in front of our tears
|
| Everyday I discover the fire
|
| Burning deep like an undead pyre
|
| Still it feeds all the tragedies of time
|
| Far away the horizon twinkles
|
| With fragments of hope
|
| Far away some clay is left to mould
|
| Another haven
|
| Watching powerless a flow of deeds
|
| That is always the same
|
| A freakshow from heaven sent
|
| Witnessing the rise and fall
|
| Of the lessons we learned
|
| They all seem forgotten
|
| All wrongs and mischiefs
|
| Still are carried within
|
| Blinded in front of our tears
|
| Blinded in front of our tears
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| Blinded in front of our tears |