| Crashing of thunder, considering the light of the moon
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| Displaying barren pastures, the reach of my sight is weak
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| Gathering the pieces, the remains from the flood
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| Seeking shelter in the shadow of the rising sun
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| With dawn comes a new race, a race for shelter
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| A place to hide from the rays of truth that stripe my skin, go
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| Placing of hope in the last setting star
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| A tree providing shade, rotten fruit extends
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| Temptation grand, limb by limb, I ascend
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| My joints grow weary, I work to please the vacant
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| Crevice of my mind, there is work to be done tonight
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| The knowledge that comes with fear
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| The fallacy stating that the time has come
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| A body burning, gnashing teeth
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| Removing excess flesh in bulk as the fruit is poisoned
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| I feel it hardening in my veins, calloused
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| Crystallizing blood turns to tar
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| Slowing down my heart, the steady rhythm fading
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| The crack of timber underneath
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| Falling from the top of this diseased tree
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| Deeper, deeper towards the dirt
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| The branches scratching and bruising my skin
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| But they would say this inspiration is the key
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| There’s a burn in every heart
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| The brazen forces invading the fortress keep
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| Reduce the odds and leave the children to weep
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| This drop of blood smears the world
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| Restores to beating the hearts once stone
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| The birth of spring defeats the cold
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| Devouring autumn’s fall
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| But they would say this inspiration is the key
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| There’s a burn in every heart
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| The brazen forces invading the fortress keep
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| Reduce the odds and leave the children to weep
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| This drop of blood smears the world
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| Restores to beating the hearts once stone
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| The birth of spring defeats the cold
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| Devouring autumn’s fall |