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It was here I was born |
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While the stars held their breaths |
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After ages of pseudo-presence |
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I climbed the final steps |
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Up from deep beneath the shores |
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Eieth no longer sleeping gal |
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Thus alive and the stillness |
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Only to be broken by whispers |
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Towards the moon |
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Bloodred from the Unborn Ones cries |
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That will not be silenced or rest |
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Forever more and awaken not |
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To paint in blanks or wither |
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Beauty blinding no more |
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than the whole is less now |
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We see clearly what was not there |
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The prey become predator |
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Slaughtering not raging blindly |
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Through tunnels of sorrow and lust |
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For solitude and peace of mind |
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Says it is time to unmask and face |
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Behind lines - that is Enemy I |
