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The pen is mightier than the sword |
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Yet we burnt the paper that we needed |
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The flames alluring... high on destruction |
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Writings and teachings turned to ashes |
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Ironic, foolish |
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Left to write with only a blade |
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Etchings were created |
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Carved for aeons within man |
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Amazed by its elegance |
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It easily seduced us |
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To submission |
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In our beds we had our throats slit |
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A collective massacre of will and reason |
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Outsmarted by the stupid |
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The enlightened blinded by light |
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Were part of the cult |
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Forever lambs to the slaughter |
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Elements of old remain |
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But polluted by the new |
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Continuing to taint the truth |
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The few who strive are scorned |
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The scorned who believe are condemned |
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An appalling state of man |
