| Drug of days, time malaise
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| Shape taken enters the line
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| Ceremony ingest a poisonous fate
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| Know to time
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| Alchemy, black lotus ferment
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| Is carried afoot
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| Betwixt among relatives
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| Hiding a past that’s a fold and aloof
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| Be thy eyes ancestors reign
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| Past attune and paravased
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| Serum drunk reflect and chased
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| Bloodline trip enters their graves
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| Priestess of a timeless cup
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| The taker has looked through old eyes
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| To see why of religion’s course
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| My brothers path goes so wide
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| Killers maze, the holy’s rage
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| Dreaded down under its size
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| Spirits tread, the lives gone dead
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| A risk to expose my face, my demise
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| Be thy eyes ancestors reign
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| Past attune and paravased
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| Serum drunk reflect and chased
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| Bloodline trip enters their graves
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| In the winds of time blowing on
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| Of the hourglass Balteazeen |