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Draped between white-light morality and field of intellectual freedom |
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Torn between the deceitful safety of the past and simplistic chaos of future |
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On his knees praying to an illusion he never believed, his confusion self-evident |
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His fragile mortal soul not able to carry the weight of the truth |
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He samples the freedom beyond the cross |
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Neither dark nor light |
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Mental equilibrium in prolific chaos |
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Mesmerized by the jewel beset ceiling |
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The night sky holds all answers |
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A quickening of his conceptions yields key to the door of unbounded possibilities |
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The deafening sound of universal secrets, expose the frailties of his past |
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He samples the freedom beyond the cross |
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Neither dark nor light |
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Mental equilibrium in prolific chaos |
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No longer able to hide behind the cross, he finally finds himself |
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A truth not meant for all, the strong prevail to new heights of perception |
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The evidence of the enlightenment not visible to the feeble flock |
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Stepping from their presence, leaving only a veil of confusion |