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Somewhere in the distance there's a figure standing proudly. |
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Arms raised toward the heavens, she's commanding space and time to crack. |
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It's raining. It's alarming. |
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I see mountains on their backs. |
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The blood red river rises. |
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Armies on all sides assailing all that creeps. |
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Should I stand here like a sheep and dye a target on the space between my eyes? |
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Should I run? Should I sleep? |
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Should I mumble words to she who sees me naked from all sides? |
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Is it all a little late to start believing? |
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Oh I believe all sides... |
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Oh anything... |