The incoherent voices that cloud my mind
Are singing a tune cast from before mankind
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A bitter and twisted chord that does not rhyme
Written and told since the dawn of know time
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A palpable coldness that taunts ones own ears
Played upon bleeding heartstrings to enhance fears
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The decaying words trail off like died up tears
As will my body wither away with untold years
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The lies and corruption thick like vitreous tar
Mar my thoughts of a time and place from afar
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They hold me here in a diabolical wordless cage
Where I am not free to talk or otherwise engage
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I must listen to the babble of childish taunts
Deep from within my own mind that it haunts
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The insidious way in which it claws my skin
Is only equalled by the way it seeps deep within
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The cold, dark, lifeless maleficent shadow of man
The only physical item left, to define me as human
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As the purification of a life lost from stagnant pyre
Drains out of gods’ holy womb, as a world ending fire.
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Take a good look around at what we have all become
A society of prayers who are willing to succumb
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So take control of your destiny before the sands run dry
And make something of yourself before you die
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