| Man alone; |
| born of stone;
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| Will stamp the dust of time
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| His hands strike the flame of his soul;
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| Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the universe
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| Until the winds of laughter blows cold.
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| Fear that rattles in men’s ears
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| And rears it’s hideous head
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| Dread … death … in the wind …
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| Man of steel pray and kneel
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| With fever’s blazing torch
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| Thrust in the face of the night;
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| Draws a blade if compassion
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| Kissed by countless kings
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| Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.
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| Walls that no man thought would fall
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| The altars of the just
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| Crushed … dust … in the wind …
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| No man yields who flies in my ship
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| Danger!
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| Let the bridge computer speak
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| Stranger!
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| Load your program. |
| I am yourself.
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| No computer stands in my way
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| Only blood can cancel my pain
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| Guardians of a new clear dawn
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| Let the maps of war be drawn.
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| Rejoice! |
| glory is ours!
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| Our young men have not died in vain,
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| Their graves need no flowers
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| The tapes have recorded their names.
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| I am all there is
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| Negative! |
| primitive! |
| limited! |
| I let you live!
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| But I gave you life
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| What else could you do?
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| To do what was right
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| I’m perfect! |
| are you? |