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Endowed with the art of casting |
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Names upon its beings |
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The humans claimed dominion |
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Over every living fucking thing |
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Proud as purpose |
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As they became to walk the earth |
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As they arraigned the common creatures |
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Caught within the corpus |
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Cursed, conscious human brain |
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Caught within the corpus |
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Cursed, conscious human brain |
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Every word ever written |
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Will fall short of its intent |
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Even sung or spoke or screamed |
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They will betray what they have meant |
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They will betray what they have meant |
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They will betray what they have meant |
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Language is the heart's lament |
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A weak attempt to circumvent |
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The loneliness |
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Inherent in the search for permanence |
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All the future ghosts |
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Who scratch their names in wet cement |
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Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness |
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Demeaning meaning as they shout out at the emptiness |
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Abstraction's the stake between the anima and animus |
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De-flesh the word scourge of human destiny |
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Behold the world in other people, life is clarity |