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To view the world through eyes of fire, |
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I look up and invoke thy aid. |
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Sing o muse, |
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and tell us why the one that's broken |
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has our sympathy. |
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Through no fault of our own, |
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the absolute rendered out his judgement |
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on the ones that were more |
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than an empty shell, |
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and cast down shadows |
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of an inverse nature. |
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Springing full formed from my head, |
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my blood, dripping with sin. |
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This poisoned unity, |
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produced the death that you so fear. |
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Shackled by destiny, |
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to oppose the heavenly. |
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Neverending in suffering. |
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There is no repose, every second's infinite. |
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I yearn to bring destruction. |
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Ease would recant vows made in pain |
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as violent and void, |
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but forgiveness can't grow, |
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where wounds of hate pierced so deep. |
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Thoughts of revenge are so sweet, |
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intricate plans fill my head. |
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Soon they turn bitter, ere long, |
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back on me they recoil. |
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Neverending in suffering. |
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There is no repose, every second's infinite. |
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I yearn to bring destruction. |
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brew in hate, lie and wait, then destroy. |
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If I had a choice, know that I'd rather |
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reign in hell, than serve in heaven. |
