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Factitious mountains crown the plains |
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Yersinian symptoms sprawl like blains |
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Inversely proportional is kin to ken |
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The mature [Greek letters] became like men |
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I call the blacksmith not to fade |
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Reside in patience on 11th grade |
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The iron era is yours to win |
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Mount the skylines an spawn your kin |
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Adamantine flush affects all veins |
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It is no longer mortal life that reigns |
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The magma core inside the termite hill |
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The gift of matter is open still |
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Downwards our deeds aspire |
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Upwards is our mind's desire |
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Sidewards through eternal shadows of blue |
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Backwards into blur without any clue |
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Down below the marrow's arid crust |
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Earthly veins get parched by rust |
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A hidden apprehension's germination |
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The final seal if man's determination |
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The more, the closer - the marrow got rude |
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An odd magnetism of solitude |
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I relocate my dot within the matrix section |
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Urban rooting without population |
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A thousand strangers called "population" |
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Lone wolf temper within scores of sheep |
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The pool we're drowning in will never seep |
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So I long for the roots of my city, so I dig for the origin ground |
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Where the lupa proved the triumph of pity |
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Lies a reason for that place to found |
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Birth-giver equals live-taker equals peacemaker equals god |
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Bone-setter equals life-fetter equals root-digger versus god |
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I will cure the plague by now - I will find myself somehow |
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Let me set this world aflame - down is up and you're to blame |