Braced against the grip of choices
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Memories of the gentle ways
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Stained by a thousand voices
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Yearning for a shaft of light
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Catergorized
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And labeled an affliction
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Delivered naked into this world
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Dehumanized
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And cast down
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From the savage grip of the process
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This is not some kind of holy vision
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Holding back a great dogmatic tide
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Rinsed clean of servile derision
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Gaining passage to the other side
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The Process
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| Good Riddance |
