look - come
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close your eyes and hold your thought
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take it, claim for yourself
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tis yours, the slaves know it well
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seek - it's there
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yet you shall not find it
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your eyes are blinded
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you are weak and fragile
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the truth slays abruptly
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rip your eyes out - the beggining of sin
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touch - feel the infinity
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yet you have your hand no more
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pain and torment are the comprehension
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do you want to last? or know?
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after all, you exist no more...
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The Beggining Of Sin
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| Dies Irae |
