| As the pious arise to the first of the apertures breathing
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| Like a stain on the armament weakens the imminent score
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| There’s a trace of decay through each passing day
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| As the fields of the innocent wane
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| We grow weary of our inattention to all that remains
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| We posture to prove that science regards our delusions
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| As phosphorus memories buried within our design
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| And as codes are redrawn with each breaking dawn
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| As we weary ourselves of the task
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| The tempest we enter can only recapture our minds
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| And we will overstate our worth
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| We can devastate the earth
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| Calamitous, vociferous, and desperate
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| Over reliance on disdain let the protagonist remain
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| Abandon all who whisper this refrain
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| In the absence of truth our fallacies spread like a virus
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| To the edges of civilizations regarded as pure
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| And every breach in the fence is the cowards defense
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| To perpetuate and sterilize
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| And the apoplectic scions linger on
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| And we will overstate our worth
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| We can devastate the earth
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| Calamitous, vociferous, and desperate
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| Over reliance on disdain let the protagonist remain
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| Abandon all who whisper this refrain
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| May all your benedictions pass
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| To all the undecided happening too fast
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| King for one day till there’s no greater debt to pay
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| Temptations linger and regard us all as one |