| Wakening from my dormancy I’m moving closer to the flare in the devoid
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| With marks of travail images of struggle re-emerge from the inert
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| Through the regions of shades I advanced to the boundary of the ominous
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| Leading me to the blaze that is circling in front of me
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| My certainty
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| I’m infused with awe through the sight
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| The orbit of inception
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| The portal appears in aspect
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| My creation
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| Strain of losing control
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| Strain of suffering grows
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| Strain of losing control
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| Matter twined
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| Close to the verge I am changing
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| Tied to the surge I am changing
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| Born I encounter the anomalies in this terrain
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| Standing on the edge the aspect is a spectacle of the estranged
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| I suppress my dismay and discern resistance forming out of sight
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| With nothing to trust the surroundings enclose me
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| My genesis
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| Frames of enemies are designed in the air
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| Sounds of misery are transformed into blare
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| Scars of energy are restored in my veins
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| Scabs of bravery are revived but no one is saved
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| Defy, spurning the rational
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| Defy, growing infallible
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| Defy, I spurn the rational
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| Defy, I grow infallible
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| Strain of losing control
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| Strain of suffering grows
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| Strain of losing control
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| Matter twined
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| Close to the verge I am changing
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| Tied to the surge I am changing |