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Like the haunting chants and prayers to which I've never listened |
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thou shalt no longer live in chains or ever be imprisoned. |
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Ease my always throbbing heart, I shall no longer falter |
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as pupae to imagines all images must alter. |
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Let thy glory shine on me, disperse my obfuscation, |
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hide thy essence in myself, I need assimilation. |
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Stream thyself into my soul and flood it with thy yearning, |
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pour thy soul into my shell, erase my restless burning. |
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I hear voices of a stranger. |
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I hear voices of a stranger. |
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I hear voices of a stranger. |
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I hear voices in my head, echoing. |
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I hear voices of a stranger. |
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I hear voices of a stranger. |
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I hear voices of a stranger. |
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I hear voices in my head, echoing. |