| Waiting alone in a depths of my mind,
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| Someone is walking searching for the light,
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| Silent, exploring subconscious locations,
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| Something is feeding between starvations
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| Time to rise for my own resurrection,
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| To eradicate of those lies of salvation,
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| I’ll be my own lord, my own sake, my devotion,
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| The hammer to crush any sort of oppression
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| Seeking, demanding a reason, a proof,
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| Existence, expression of something unknown,
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| Humans purchasing faith and compassion,
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| Sons of the horrors of cruel condemnations
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| No more chosen ones ever,
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| The path is dark and slippery,
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| There’s no fear between the eyes,
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| Of those ones who despise the joke
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| No more chosen ones ever,
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| The path is dark and slippery,
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| There’s no fear between the eyes,
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| Despise the joke of the shepherd!
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| Don’t be afraid because of the evil ones,
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| Don’t be jealous of those who act in iniquity,
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| Cause, like weed, they will be reaped
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| And they will fade from green to black in eternity
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| Seeking, demanding a reason, a proof,
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| Existence, expression of something unknown,
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| Humans purchasing faith and compassion,
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| Sons of despair, remorse and repression |