| You must listen very carefully to what I have to say
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| There isn’t much time, because You Know Who has consumed all the instruments
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| For many eons now I have been trapped on this planet
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| He is keeping me here against my will
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| And sometimes when I press my ear up very close to the concrete
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| I can hear his daughters sobbing with laughter
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| Either I am blind, or I have been in darkness ever since the sun exploded
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| fourteen centuries ago
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| A few hours ago, He Who Keeps Me Here visited me saying,
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| «God, why do the millions worship you instead of I?
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| Am I not more powerful, more forgiving and truly compassionate?»
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| A black liquid was seeping uncontrollably from my mouth
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| And all I could do was babble incomprehensibly
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| About a dream I had many moons ago
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| In it, a clock ticked constantly, maddening my senses
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| That was all, but it lasted for many days
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| Until each tick seemed like fragments of glass piercing my scales
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| He Who Keeps Me Here tells me that one day I will return to earth
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| And then I will seek my revenge |