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"In this short period of time that I have, I hope to leave here with some seeds, some ferment of thought, of skepticism, of a new look at the Universe, and what is in it..." |
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Standing around a grave, chanting lines from a page |
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It's the mourning denial, an age-old recital |
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The fear of uncertain fate |
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An ember falls from the sky, foreshadowing out demise |
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It's happened before, the fables ignored |
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A subject most vital, and why he has sacrificed |
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Why is death required, to turn a flame into fire? |
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A radiating force |
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A memory adorned |
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At last, he was admired |
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We lower him into the ground |
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Pour dirt on his furrowed brow |
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The procession recedes, some fall to their knees |
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blaming the gods for a loss that they have found |
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We will find... Sacrifice! |
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We will rise... blinding light! |
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You know I tried so hard to find the fire in all of us |
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And now I rise to heaven above |
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Ascension absolves none of us |