| I reside in the bleak forgotten.
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| Always present yet never there.
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| The bright now has turned its back.
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| I am part everything and nothing.
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| I follow as cast through broken gates.
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| With a cloven heart and damping stare.
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| Waves of wind blow lies in whisper.
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| One truth’s gleam and a one man army.
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| Leader of the dead.
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| Fear, what you can’t see.
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| In sleep, when least expecting it.
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| In your wait I will strike.
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| Leader of the blind.
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| Shining, a poor fools comfort.
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| A diverted mind brings neglect.
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| Without the world you will not be.
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| Waken to the growing cut.
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| It now serves you a reminder
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| Of what was and always will be.
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| Drowning in the promised past.
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| Lungs filled with lost desire.
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| See all idols wash away.
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| Fill the ground in fading light.
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| May your fields turn into dust
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| And cause a famine for your weak.
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| Let your children drop to their knees
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| To serve a true and rightful sire.
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| I see… I hear… I feel… I breathe
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| I was… I am |