| Inquisitor of a blind way…
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| Sitting on a thin line
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| Leaning from side to side…
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| Crawling into a mold
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| When good made evil…
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| Thought that speaks of the future
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| A dream lodged in the present
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| This social obscurity…
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| This nature of seclusion
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| Lying beneath mud
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| The contradictory thought…
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| A contradictory action
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| The words of ancient minds
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| A textbook left unopen… a story untold
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| About murders to unfold
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| Run away from your dreams
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| Give up this great ecstasy
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| This entire swarm of nothing
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| Infect a breed of insects
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| To plague all of man
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| Knife in hand… lambs await
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| The wolf in sheep’s clothing
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| Bound in primitive mating
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| This rabid lust for meat
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| The sky delays the light
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| Face down in the dirt… only written in loss
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| The stinging of a cut
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| Inside awaits the answer… the truth inside
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| Sympathetic aggressor
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| Ideas prone to your weak… fall to knees
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| Made to think of murder
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| The blood every drop… on his hands
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| These fresh pages…
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| Only to be dirtied by filthy writing
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| An injected pen to disease
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| Its layers uprooted
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| To feed the minds of the past
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| These scars on his palms filled with dirt
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| A will of remorse for this unforgiven bliss
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| Sentence of denial |