| What a tragic mess you fools have made of this
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| The soil’s filled with vacancy
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| You’ve spoiled all the crops and seed
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| This was a birth, a gift
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| You daftly wasted it
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| The dust and dirt will stain your fists
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| You can’t escape your own skin
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| Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception
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| Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain
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| The boy will one day cross the mountains
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| And reunite this world’s divided halves, fulfill their history
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| This is more than divine decree, it’s his destiny
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| So please take heed of this prophecy
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| Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet
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| Inside her lock he will turn the key
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| Their love will be strong enough to erase all the wrong we’ve done
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| Return us to where we belong, with the Light and Dark as one
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| One day the strands will mend
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| All the torn seams and frayed ends will turn to one single thread
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| The cycle will begin
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| The choices he made that day, to burn down what he’d helped create
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| You have made this bed, now you must sleep in it
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| Every creation is plucked from a boundless hole of perception
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| Doomed to endure flaws of its fountain
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| The boy will one day cross the mountains
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| And reunite this world’s divided halves, fulfill their history
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| This is more than divine decree, it’s his destiny
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| So take heed of this prophecy
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| Lifetimes from now there will be two chosen, bound to meet
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| In her lock he’ll turn the key
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| Their true love will be strong enough
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| To erase the wrong we’ve done, the Dark and Light will become one
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| Their true love will be strong enough
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| To erase the wrong we’ve done, the Dark and Light will become one
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| What a tragic mess you fools have made of this
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| What a tragic mess you fools have made of this
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| Time flashed by for the Dark and the Light
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| The two fragments, recessed, still left unaddressed, stranded in unrest
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| In the Dark lived two brothers, Adakias, the youngest, and the heir, Pallis
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| As children, of the lists of myths, their favorite was the narrative
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| Of Holy The Sea And The Divided Terrene
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| Adakias would always dream of a destiny to leave, of fulfilling the prophecy
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| But he was laughed at, fitted with an unfavorable grafted cast
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| For a foolish dreamer, a romance seeker
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| The streets frowned, but deep down he screamed out
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| He knew there was accuracy in the antiquated legacy
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| Legitimacy to the famed sea, a quiet certainty to his fated fantasies |