| Timesand wasted beyond the mirrors of sins
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| Piercing the done and the undone forth
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| In purpose to assuage a selfcentric system
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| A sparkling lake rimmed with narcissus
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| Staring at another eyes for reflection
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| With bloodthirstiness of their own Creation
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| I blame the culture creators
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| Which befoul the Altruist Word
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| I bewail but one butterfly sake
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| In the tears of misanthropy
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| A chosen drowning into a green ocean
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| A heavy heart aflame that fears no more
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| The last justice of Anubis Scales
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| Forsaking the selfishness of dust
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| To contemplate an inhuman beauty
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| The dazzling light of the purest gleams
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| Among the scattered fragments of broken mirrors
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| Awakening of a misanthropic greed once denied
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| I blame the culture creators
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| Which befoul the Altruist Word
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| I bewail but one butterfly sake
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| In the tears of misanthropy
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| Chained with darkened-origin weakness
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| Dimming with disillusion ere falls the dusk
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| Crying for loveletters and the thirteenth
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| The twinkling wings of the green butterfly
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| Bounce the drowned eyes of the Misanthrope
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| I blame the culture creators
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| Which befoul the Altruist Word
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| I bewail but one butterfly sake
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| In the tears of misanthropy |