[Music & Lyrics: Christopher B.W.]
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(Pulling the threads
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which stand forever
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as the streams that will rage...)
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Three eyed senser, agent in all matter
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brought to this world
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with the hands you once called wind
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dettached grandeur blatant forgiveness,
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the cause for this distress
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is the mere wrongness
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be this, your presence.
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My child don't do that again,
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if else i'll take you where you belong.
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Serial lists of movements
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So tactfully obeyed.
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With no words ledt to say
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I lead to my private ocean.
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I, Befouled
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| Asgaroth |
