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All the you create,
and all the you shape...
You are not to blame, my friend.
filled your empty page.

Shaped as we wept,
(as) transformation begins.
The table was set and then we
as architects of

So much grief the fa ade
and symptoms of demise.
We in fragrant illusions,
illusions of and wrong.

We to a lustful saint
graves on top of our lives.
Stuffed with til we choke,
I we've reached the end of the rope

the mist, in the haze,
the doom's upon us
The blade of nature
and man our callow breath

The sun set,
set on the

The self-appointed
are at my door.
We their venomous lips
and join the parade.

Flying on wings
who we should be
As becomes normality;
We at the end of the rope

the mist, in the haze,
the impending upon us
The dividing blade of
and man severed our breath

The sun set,
set on the