Burdened with no regret
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caged not by hesitation
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the time of departure is set
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with eternity's invitation
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Come death - the liberation
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free me from each earthly boundary
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to reach the higher destination
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where shape is no longer a necessity
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Arise death - the unresting stream
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wash me clean from the filth of old
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to allow my spirit to breathe
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far away from its tenacious hold
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Mourn not when this body dies
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after all, flesh is the yoke we all despise
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I discard the shell to unmask myself
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ascending back from where I fell
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An early sundown at my shrine
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a leap into darkness from the greyness of life
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in vain are the tries to redeem my soul
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for this son of Satan is marching home
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Could not grasp the skies
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when this flesh held me down
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now that my time is ripe
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fire shall become my crown
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Forsaking The Yoke
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Alghazanth |