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

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

So much behind the fa ade
and of certain demise.
We in fragrant illusions,
of right and wrong.

We clench to a saint
graves on top of our lives.
Stuffed values til we choke,
I guess we've the end of the rope

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

The sun set,
set on the

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

Flying on wings
wondering who we be
As tyranny normality;
We hang at the end of the

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

The sun set,
set on the