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A stark contrast to bleakly view |
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Monochromic ways |
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Fecund creeping ulcerate |
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Cancer feeds on me |
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Begin my solstice, forth of twelve |
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Terminal complaint |
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Footprints in the sands of time |
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Now slowly blown away |
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Divine message time has come |
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Lesser men are crushed |
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To die an ordered death |
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I'll not In god |
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I have no trust |
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Pure of mind the body rots |
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Internal self decay |
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Carcinoma |
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Angel smiles |
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A vision that which slays |
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No new worlds to conquer - now |
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I am enslaved |
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My inner conflict - to break from these chains |
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Break the chains - |
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Break the chains |
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Spread your wings and fly......... |
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In a thousand shapes and guises |
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Carcinoma |
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Angels all |
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Through a self-induced remission |
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Carcinoma |
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Angels fall |
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In sanatorium hear me shout |
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Inside my body, |
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I cannot get out |