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The transformation of the butterfly occurs in reverse |
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Beauty eaten abruptly from the ancient worm |
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Wearing sharp shard |
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Stolen from scattered |
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Broken mirrors |
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As a cloak to cover me |
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My strange images nest as birds to the hearts of men |
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And as birds fly away |
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Taking their thoughts into oblivion |
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Disintegrating the elemental bonds |
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I obtain the rapture of the chameleon |
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When I become enraged |
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With the frenzy of the wolf on the hunt |
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I am the most cherished child of fear |
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Armed with fangs deadly like daggers |
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I am an adept on the skills of murder |
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I am the shape shifter |
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On the ruins of a ghostly projection echoes the lust for life |
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An ancient purgatory for the sinister |
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Shape shifter |
