Contaminated are the holy seas
The powers that be, vanquished any light left within me
Snuffed all, and left seething
Tyranny is not, if knees aren't on the ground
Blasphemy is not, if no one wears the crown
If there is no beauty like heaven, I will live with the ugly
Exist quietly, embrace fallacy
What kind of creator watches its baby eat itself?
I guess all backbones in the end, end up broken
I guess all heroes in the end, end up choking

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