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I committed no evil, |
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I did nothing wrong. But still |
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I am sentenced, so what have |
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I done? |
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I gave them a cause; a vision to see, |
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An alternate future; a reason to be. |
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I committed no evil; |
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I did nothing good. |
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I gave them a reason; they misunderstood. |
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Apart from illusions, distant from shame. |
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Far from confusion, and absent from pain. |
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Hate is my sister; |
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Love is my whore. |
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I stand on the mountain, |
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And pray for the War. |
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I committed no treason; |
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I conducted no sins. |
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Lust is the father of so many things. |
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The mission I had |
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Was to make them believe. |
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So much can be done, |
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When flesh is deceived. |
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Absorbed by compulsions, manifested in dreams. |
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Our senses entrapment, confined and released. |
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Apart from illusions, distant from tears, |
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Far from submission and absent from fears. |
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The mission |
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I had, was to waken the world. |
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But compliance is golden, in the mind of the herd. |
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Pain is the father; |
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Love is in vain. |
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I stand on the mountain, conceived and insane. |
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Lust is my sister, my muse and my whore, |
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I stand on the mountain, |
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And pray for the War. |