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Unfolded are the tapestries of time
for us to gather among these ruins
and raise them higher.

Alone I've fought, alone I fell and mourn
this shattered pride of ours
through years of failures.

What if days that never dawn
are the same we're longing for?
A promise torn asunder.

What it takes to earn a soul?
What it takes to sail across
the void beyond.

Everlasting famine, outrageously it grown.
And the fire once we held
still draws a path that never ends
and leads to nowhere.
It wraps around me,
a spiral rising
by a pale white coat benighted.

Through the storming heat of acid blood
I drown, I tried
in order to reborn as me again.
I've mould my fate from muddy waters,
so behold the stained gold of irony.

"It will not be the endless emptiness of hope
to stifle such an ardent desire.
A dawning painted in half.
I'll be my own horizon
so the eyes cannot be deceived."

On a day of summer rain
walking through my calvary,
sight serene ahead.
Someday I'll be again
as an echoing lament
for those who lie beneath the waves.
"And our prayers collide at last
over boundaries and limits."

"I am one and a multitude of I."

Am I free or enslaved to my will?

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