Feigned
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The image of a world unfolds
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Deluded, but divine
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It sees us mocking gifted grace
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A stolen self
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Will not succumb
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See your face in the mirror
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It's your image on a face of another
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See your principles
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Constantly wither
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What is this will but a riddle?
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In splendor
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We were born again
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Renewed and whole,
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A chance reborn
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Sustenance
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We've found
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Yet we tear it from our minds
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So find a way through these foes
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With your tears
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Scattered around the wound
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It scares us not,
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This path's design
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Run these demons gone amok
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Astray
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The Foe Sublime
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| Burst |
