Unfortunate the hoax
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that you are not immune
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For if beauty was hurt
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Like children naked and misused
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We would aspire towards
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States of disturbed emotions
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And never need to mirror off
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Like shadows of a greater joy
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While moralist angels repare
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Their heavenly cocktail lounge
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In darker institutions
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They are beyond discipline
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And repentance is no option
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But do not despair
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I know of an exit
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Destruction thinkers travel
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The other way around
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Where directions are none
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And the ground is gone
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Such treacherous gates to enter
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Even bigger doubts inside
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Doors shut from the outsid
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And you hear the sound
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Of someone walking away
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You just disappeared
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In a backsweep
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Of darkness and stars
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Deception Genesis
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Arcturus |