| Sophia breaths for the first time…
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| She sees, she feels — her creed, her belief
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| Heaven and hell married in her breast
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| No one before her — No one after her
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| No one carries her steps above the heavens
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| Sophia falls…
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| A smile on her lips — She sees all clear for the first time in life
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| Her pride, her care — Virtues forgotten in the age of the Feeble One
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| I see the wings of her blind eagle flying high above the skies
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| I see her deaf snake crawling in the deepest depth of the earth
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| Sophia’s fall
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| Entangled in memories her chant remains unsung
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| No ear is born to hear such kind of golden ambrosia
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| The priest of Gomorrah blessed the sinner of a burning Sodom
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| In the night when Sophia was damned by the same hand
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| Blood falls down
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| She falls down
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| She opens her arms — Her truth is burning deep inside her eyes
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| She feels no fear — She’s blinded by the light of an age coming next to her
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| If you could only see the gate she’s opened in front of this pale night
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| If you could only see Icarus for the first time flying high
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| Bride of your fate, searching for flesh
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| Someone holds the key, someone never rests
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| The drape of finiteness caught the morrow’s end
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| In front of naked Sophia even history finds its end
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| All the colours of transparency — could pure spirit be dressed in flesh?
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| All the colours of emptiness — could pure spirit be less than mad?
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| All the colours of transparency — could pure spirit be dressed in flesh?
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| All the colours of emptiness — could pure spirit be less than mud? |