| ive been deemed unworthy of ascention
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| the dieties have rinsed me in reverse
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| speculum obliviana
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| and like a bear trap, one single motion im
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| pried wide open, hinged by spine
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| from my mangeled form my heavy
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| heart begings to lift
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| ribs are built for breaking by design
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| cant decend upone the southeast spire
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| reference maps preserved to lead us home
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| cannot face the droves of thoughtless soliders
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| ive got a futon, promise of freedom im
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| pried wide open, hinged by spine
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| from my mangeled form my heavy
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| heart begings to lift
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| ribs are built for breaking by design
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| lights surrounds us
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| ethereal and true
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| thrice they circle
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| and coutless times ive failed you
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| unleash the romance on the anthill
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| a treaty of concord
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| beg forgivness from the sitting duck
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| violent true beliver
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| demagnetize my moral compass
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| secretly hostile
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| 'tis midnight in the heavenly construct
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| the moon a deciver
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| a beacon, an omen, and angel of death
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| pried wide open, hinged by spine
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| wished to my extinction, leveled
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| murdered and remained
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| ribs are built for breaking by design |