I fear the path we walk is my decline
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That greater deeds, through fate, I shan't perform
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So long was spent defining how to shine
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'Twas never learnt that rays are best when warm
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To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence
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My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me
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Through every nightshade vision one can sense
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Inherent in my art is to feed thee
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Perhaps the path traversed shall never grow
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Yet such conjecture is naught but sorrow
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The greatest seed may yet be left to sow
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Midnight brings us closer to the morrow
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To ashes unfulfilled we stagger hence
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My neuron, my nemesis, you lead me
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Through every nightshade vision one can sense
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Inherent in my art is to feed thee
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This phoenix I must fly into the sun
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For only from my spirit do I run
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Neuron
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| Chalice |
