| Finding comfort in knowledge of an enthralling higher power
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| My transformation catalyzed from our continual encounters
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| As I draw breath from clouds littering a synthetic sea
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| I overlook how trustful we are. |
| So simple, so damned naive
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| I beg for one’s own remission, simultaneously teething the flesh that breeds
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| religion
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| Transmitted whispers crawl into each of us and birth dictating monsters
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| All creations encircling me are charades and impostors
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| So trustful we are. |
| So simple, so damned naive
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| All comprehension I’ve discovered was all concocted to deceive |