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This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation...<br />As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent.<br />To the piercing light that sears our hearts;<br />To the sickness that plagues our spirits...<br />I cannot revere in this blind acceptance and falter in my comprehension.<br /><br />Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!<br />Heal this restless spirit ? that bestowed naught.<br />Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate ? I consign!<br />Heal my heart, my weeping soul...<br />I consign this putrid flesh.<br /><br />Nothing here, nobody there...<br />Erroneous illness shouting.<br />The outcry reviles this tattered soil...<br />Drowning the world in filth and distortion.<br /><br />Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!<br />Heal this restless spirit ? that bestowed naught.<br />Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate ? I consign!<br />Heal my heart, my weeping soul...<br />I consign this putrid flesh.<br /><br />I?ll leave my conscience to die.<br />A barrenness of dreams and anticipation;<br />Life and hope shrivel into the void.<br />Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate ? I consign!<br />Heal my heart, my weeping soul...<br />I consign this putrid flesh.<br /><br />In this pantheon of sorrow,<br />We are everything, yet nothing!<br />And as long we?re breathing,<br />The burden devoid of conclusion!<br /><br />Unaided I slither ? ravaged, silent and alone.<br />I smolder in anxious strife; I decline these exhausted remnants of decay.<br />The world is coming to an end; a vast ocean of disease...<br />All hope is lost... or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation.<br /><br />I must tranquil these turbulent waters.<br />No more expressions shall leave my trait...<br />No further words shall be spoken.<br />This illness they conceived broke my tired wings.
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This flesh holds me captive and in quest of liberation...<br />As the sheep flock in the dissonance, I tread in dissent.<br />To the piercing light that sears our hearts;<br />To the sickness that plagues our spirits...<br />I cannot revere in this blind acceptance and falter in my comprehension.<br /><br />Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!<br />Heal this restless spirit ? that bestowed naught.<br />Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate ? I consign!<br />Heal my heart, my weeping soul...<br />I consign this putrid flesh.<br /><br />Nothing here, nobody there...<br />Erroneous illness shouting.<br />The outcry reviles this tattered soil...<br />Drowning the world in filth and distortion.<br /><br />Forfeit my injured soul, this affliction I respire!<br />Heal this restless spirit ? that bestowed naught.<br />Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate ? I consign!<br />Heal my heart, my weeping soul...<br />I consign this putrid flesh.<br /><br />I?ll leave my conscience to die.<br />A barrenness of dreams and anticipation;<br />Life and hope shrivel into the void.<br />Heal this heart that approached the world, as I relegate ? I consign!<br />Heal my heart, my weeping soul...<br />I consign this putrid flesh.<br /><br />In this pantheon of sorrow,<br />We are everything, yet nothing!<br />And as long we?re breathing,<br />The burden devoid of conclusion!<br /><br />Unaided I slither ? ravaged, silent and alone.<br />I smolder in anxious strife; I decline these exhausted remnants of decay.<br />The world is coming to an end; a vast ocean of disease...<br />All hope is lost... or perhaps this is the cradle of salvation.<br /><br />I must tranquil these turbulent waters.<br />No more expressions shall leave my trait...<br />No further words shall be spoken.<br />This illness they conceived broke my tired wings.
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