| What new master has now built his throne on brothers bones?
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| why are you sheltering me,
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| he that walks this path alone?
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| somewhat unfeasible.
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| Drops of water are invisible, but nonetheless, form the sea;
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| Why are you consoling me?
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| You pledge not to rest, and each directs, and is directed in turn,
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| and this can leave you disheartened at best,
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| wondering which lessons first to unlearn.
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| You cry out for unity. |
| You cry out for purity.
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| Now what? |
| Wait in turn, but fly to burn?
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| My heart is red as night, my heart is fire and its alight;
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| and how come fire, fury and flame can be so alike tonight?
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| and how come I defile, everytime? |