we scintillate like cedar stones
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in plasma veil as ancient ones
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in cold war years you were my fears
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but just to gain the power to reign
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satan's bllod in our veins
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the pigfaced mud will be slayn
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but noone dies when blackseas dry
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and noone kill. forever this will
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our wisdom be
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now you're asking
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what are you living for
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no sense of life
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and none afterwards
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what I call wisdom is a flower
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that can seldom be found
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but not in illusions
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you only use to find
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a way out
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Wisdom
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| Xandria |
