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We stumble through life |
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shedding the same tears, |
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forming the same stream, |
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asking the same questions, |
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dreading the new day |
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It's so quiet here, |
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still violence is speaking; |
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I close my eyes. |
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A storm is coming, a spiral of conversion; |
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broods from the core of our stone wielded luster |
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Yes, a storm is certainly coming... |
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feel the surge! |
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Rapidly we reach for clenched hands to save us |
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... and we see ourselves for the first time |
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as the ones we truly are, |
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as we bleed, as we die! |
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Hands emaciated folds around our hearts |
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as we stand in line to leave this life; |
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To embrace the fear, to wear the crown |
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of an empire never meant to be |
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Walking in circles, |
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reaping the afterglow |
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A human affliction drowning the undertow |
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I'd rather understand from where my tears derive, |
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to accept the sadness of knowing, |
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and relieving the long lost hope |
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than pursue the tarnished ways of man. |
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But we exist here... and we cry at night |
