It’s all the rage a lie inside the page you burn the falling call,
When find the lows you bind the highs you break all ties alike before.
Flake the cage the one outside the ash you turn the final show,
Then becomes the rain that shows the one that stains the scenic snow.
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How then you ask does one might sign the truth aloof you share in kind,
The proof is not that which you seek though sou’r shall doth bear in mind.
Dart the thought that which you found unlike the two that share the start,
Bleed no more until unbound before resounding every heart.
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Why then are we biding to the lies that we now clearly see,
Fault is not for you alone in one for all as wrong are we…
Suffer now as always have the many whom shall always do,
I choose not to express that which you hate to hear alas is true.
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So long as all may miss the point the one that some do care to make,
Continue on shall we in suffer’ing alone as one we ache.
The weapon is as sharp as ever that which they shall always prime,
Care no more at last at once we start too late soon out of time.
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