| An ominous grey blanket moves with case across the sky
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| And I, sat here, I wish that I could fly
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| If wishes were nations, then it’s I who’d rule the world
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| My subjects mankind? |
| I’d scatter and hurl!
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| Embrace the words of wisdom, thus fill the armory
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| Sharpened tongues like keenest edge cuts so deep
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| Rip down the hall of mirrors with subtlety and guile
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| Re-humanize mankind from role of sheep
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| Immortal am I — No fire, no sun, nor moon shall burn
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| Immortal am I — No water, no lake, nor sea shall grown
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| I will weep not, like the willow tree, relentless in my aim
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| Ascension towards divinity, no remorse, guilt or shame
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| And while I rise, I leave behind
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| Ideas of mundane conscience
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| The fickle wants of humankind
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| Presents to me a nonsense
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| Infantile, the children rape
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| And in a frenzy feed
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| Some people cry for vengeance
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| But there will be no need
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| Reprisals will be merciless
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| Of this there is no doubt
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| Negligence, the vilest crime
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| But I will find you out |