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What is this |
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What is this you carry inside, my child |
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Are all these questions without answer |
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Driving you to proceed with no meaning |
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Is this stone |
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This ice-cold stone glowing your heart |
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Was it taken out still pounding |
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And twisted by fingers of madness |
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Understand this |
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Where you walk there is nothing |
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You seek a place not existing |
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Yet you are blinder by anger and fear |
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Did you bring this upon yourself |
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Or was the yoke placed on your shoulders |
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One can not brind oneself into despair |
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So you have walked |
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The fields of damnation |
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This you have and no tears fell |
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For there are no more to shed |
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Still you have faced |
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You have faced your shadows so many times |
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That contains what you would like to put behind |
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Shades of black of vast magnitude |
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In this what builds your walls |
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Understand this |
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Where you walk there is nothing |
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You seek a place not existing |
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Yet you are blinded by anger and fear |
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What is it that you demand |
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All have desires not fulfilled |
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But where your throne once was empty |
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An insect took your place |
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And infected your burning longing |
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Lost in a desert of nothingness |
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One can not but dream |
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That your throne again will be yours to claim |
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Did you bring this upon yourself |
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Did you tie your own hands |
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Did you bring this upon yourself |
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And placed yourself upon the stake |
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So you have walked |
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The fields of damnation |
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One can not bring oneself into despair |
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Did you cause this pain |
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Did you cause these bleeding eyes |
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Turned away from the laughing truth |
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Or are you the conqueror |
