| In time these majestic doorways will crumble
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| Insidious faces carving their names in stone
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| Desperate not to be forgotten, a token of their vanity
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| Nothing but a little lamplight in the coming storm
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| To digress is emptiness
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| No perspective and no greater matter at hand
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| No, this is not the end of the world
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| But you can see it from here
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| Awaiting it in prospect of expiration
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| Slow-motion progress led by time-lapse machines
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| An eclipse so sudden, yet crawling in on us for ages
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| To cover up this deceit
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| The air is filled with the smell of fear and distress
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| It is all too emblematic for this lasting state of emergency
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| A cause so vain, admonitions born from guilt
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| Living in a constant crisis, we’re all caught in a loop
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| This is not a tell-tale notion
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| This is fiction, a mere equation
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| Until one day you see with unclouded eyes
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| the genuine rapture of human nature
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| Sometimes I feel like the end of the road is just one step away
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| Yet it is only another chapter to be told in time |