Drifting by the heavens unscarred
Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross
Thrown into the ash, crumbling
I've been crossed like the hands on a clocks face
I've been fed lies I can't comprehend.
I've become but a mere seed again.
And I'll prophesize the end, now
I have yet begun to fight
There is no fear in my heart
No cause worthy of my respect
In the end I'll rot
I won't fall prey to deception
Deception is the means by which they profit
Deceit if their hearts
Evil within their souls
The cruelty by which they exploit will never be part of my life
I've been crossed like the lies on a clocks face
I've been fed lies I can't comprehend.
I've become but a mere seed again.
And I'll prophesize the end, now
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