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I gaze from a distance
As tears strike your dead
"When you die, will your tears strike your head?"
Death has no mercy and finds no comfort in wasted tears
"When you die solemn and binded will you still feel your fears"?
Your tears won't crawl down your father's corpse
And their rotting flesh wont feel your remorse
Bittersweet and gilded golden
This life bears no chosen
There is no chariot of fire
There exists no crimson spire
No bloody steeple
No blessed mary
No guiding light sent to destroy the night
Your gaurdian angels only plead to your insanity
Your god's and idols belong to one man's vanity
You weren't born to bare witness to another life
Your life is now and it's built on strife!
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