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Two alone in sack of skin |
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Playing the role of slave master of war |
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That is my lot |
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Separated but still united |
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Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh |
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That is my hell |
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Penitent rebel |
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Riding the ether or groveling in the mud |
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I know how little is the value of that which has a price |
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RebellionInstinct is not the path of man |
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RebellionRenunciation is not divine way |
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Two alone in sack of skin |
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Playing the role of slave master of war |
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That is my lot |
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Separated but still united |
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Bound to emptiness, bound to flesh |
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Captured and torture, |
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I don't want this, |
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I want to leave |
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How can one go when one has already arrived? |
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Flight is an illusion and even triumph is bitter |
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When only the battle is counted |
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I know how little is the value of that which has a price |
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RebellionInstinct is not the path for man |
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RebellionRenunciation is not the divine way |
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Rebellion |