Alone... she was... and we face this journey alone...
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Helpless and weak, dependent on others' decisions and needs.
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But who's to say what is right?
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To protect a soul or to save a life?
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Is it a plague or a gift -- the ability to create in the way of the Gods?
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We are instinctual artists.
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Atlas had nothing on what we've got.
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When half a race carries the weight of existence and society shuns most circumstances, reputation screams to conform and cast out anything deviating from the norm.
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The only way to believe your lies is to spread them far and spread them wide.
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Creation like a limitless universe... but boundaries are what defines your size...
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Wake up.
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Remember nightmares by sharing them upon gaining consciousness.
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A flooded nation is soon to spoil so wave your flags west!
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Equality will never be attained when blaming Eve for the sins we've gained.
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A fighter untilthe end -- but sympathy only kicked in once she was dead.
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The sacrifice of a life, or rather an exchange, instead.
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Pity, regret and sorrow turned to hope, but even then the newborn winds up dead.
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Black -- white, wrong -- right.
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Quite a simple hypocrisy.
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Since when is an accident a responsibility?
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If you play God once, I can play God twice.
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Give me the decision and I'll handle the fight.
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Materialism now subsides.
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Tradition exists when no one has the guts to change.
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Someone asked me what difference One can make, one day.
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For we're the moss; the Earth -- the stone, so let us do as did the Tree.
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For silence will long be ignored, and action recognized quickly.
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What if?
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I should have...
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Hindsight always haunts me.
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A thosand Judases could never stop me.
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Slings and arrows disappoint and taunt me.
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But I'm not wrong, and I'll sacrifice everything just because I know the way since the beginning.
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...hindsight always haunts me, and then the bough breaks.
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When The Bough Breaks
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| The Agonist |
