The Deceiver
These benign times
Singed not with horror and suffering
Built for hardship by nature
But none to endure
The only hardship
From inside procured
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We strive for purpose
For greater meaning
Why then, is the glimmering light
Tentatively unsteadying?
The end of the tunnel
A pinhole in the sky
The blanket dark
Never a spark
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In the light
Bright
But the light only reaches the surface
And leaves the inside in night
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Keep with it the physical slave
Keep with it to your grave
Wake in the morning wave
Wake in your living cave
Wake without reason
Wake with your feet off the ground
Keep disregarding the sound
Keep falling until you reach the crowned
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You shall reap what you sow
If it is nothing
It shall be so
Not a drop from your eyes
Can visit the ground
Fall up not up
Drifts through you
unquenching thirst
Thrown through the ashes
Cold fire
Oh why must you be so?
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This banner, take it
Hallowed; it's name forgotten
Purpose like yours unknown
Protection known through the eras
Seeps through your veins
Newfound vigour
Watch the steps
One slip and you become yourself
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Through the memories
You slide and slide
Never reside upon the cold
Dead grounds below you
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And he said it shall be so
Cease! Don't go
I am not finished with you yet
But the deceiver peels from his debt
Eat! Eat! Don't go
I have much to give
But to accept you shall cease to live
No! No! Don't go
Eternity falls. Cease!
Embrace your final fall
From heaven to hell
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The bell chimes
As the end times
Advance through the bleary dusk
All but a husk
Of what had been and what had done
Below the unending sun.
Quick; Out comes the moon
Celestial body to bring all
To its glory- End times.
Sin, the bell chimes.
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