| Redefining wishes of your past — behold the realm
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| Dream by hellspawn withering the mold
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| We do not dare the distrust but a wielding life
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| Scourged from these displeasing eyes
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| No more shelter given from their path
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| Disclosure draining skywards — onward and never to be stopped!
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| I was born to reign and weave their barren path
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| A solitude eternally bereaved
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| Weave their barren path — surrounded by disconclusioned minds
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| Weave their barren path — retaining all their illuminating rays
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| Pray — another words offence
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| Stalkers thread — yet felt intense
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| Raise — another open end, leaving all my source intent
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| Pray — another words offence
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| Stalkers thread — not felt intense
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| Raise — another gory end, leaving not my source intent
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| Pathway all in vain…
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| Signs of their hell — forever thou molasting
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| Carving the stone — embarrassing in slowly (felt) torment
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| Disparaged voices tell
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| You will never reach the light, undo — or you will burn for me!
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| My wastelands…
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| Forgive me — for I have sinned, break me free from my barren path
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| Dead dreamers — no one can take them far from me
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| Await my voluntary (ness) with deception
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| Reborn reality — so faint, mesmerized and buried nowhere
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| So free me from your weaving arts!
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| Pray — another words offence …
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| Pathway all in vain … |