| I am your keper
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| And this wall will protect
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| Will all great at Neptune’s ocean wash the blood from my hands
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| Transformed and tiresome
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| A ghostly vision of what life used to be
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| Dead eyes stare aimlessly
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| At what’s beyond
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| In need of anguish
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| The penalty repaind
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| To end the means
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| I am Impurity
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| Imprisoned in a cold shell
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| So isolate
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| Awating the grave
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| Wallowing in exile
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| A ritual sacrifice
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| The hunter has come
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| Dead eyes stare aimlessly
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| At what’s beyond
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| In need of anguish
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| The penalty repaid
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| To end the means
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| Teacher! |
| Leader!
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| Show us how to feel pain and remorse
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| Bleed these lacerations dry
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| Until I cease the urge to exploit
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| This Kingdom of Solitude
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| A personal hell
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| I must try not to feed off the pain
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| That I once reveled in
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| A lone wolf in this emptiness
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| Defeated
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| I’ve served this sentence far too many times
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| This face is scarred and worn
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| Help me get rid of this crown of thorns
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| I still feed of the pain
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| That I once reveled in
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| Teacher! |
| Leader!
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| Show us how to feel the pain and remorse
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| Bled these lacerations dry
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| Until I cease the urge to exploit |