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What solace lies in the arms of fate |
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The ill embrace of uncertainty |
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When did I leave this in other hands |
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To be pulled down at chance |
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Ripped away by destiny-claws |
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Am I another of fate's possessions |
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Dwelling the lie of freedom |
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Just another straw pulled at random |
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Reclaimed by deceiving time |
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A silent judgment |
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I can not overrule |
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Drawn back into the origin-vortex |
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Uprooted and ground to dust |
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Retracted into anti-existence |
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A magnet repelled by life's polarity |
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Denied the self control of fate |
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We flow suspended in semi-life |
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Until the ever imminent day |
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When oblivion claims our breath |
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Nowhere indefinitely |
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Not dead, not alive |
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Existence-patterns ripped of symmetry |
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As will and fate divide |
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Have I appeased the gods of fate |
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Am I allowed another day |
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Must I die to escape |
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The scanning eyes of death |
