It was here I was born
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While the stars held their breaths
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After ages of pseudo-presence
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I climbed the final steps
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Up from deep beneath the shores
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Eieth no longer sleeping gal
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Thus alive and the stillness
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Only to be broken by whispers
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Towards the moon
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Bloodred from the Unborn Ones cries
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That will not be silenced or rest
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Forever more and awaken not
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To paint in blanks or wither
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Beauty blinding no more
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than the whole is less now
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We see clearly what was not there
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The prey become predator
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Slaughtering not raging blindly
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Through tunnels of sorrow and lust
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For solitude and peace of mind
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Says it is time to unmask and face
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Behind lines - that is Enemy I
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Enemy I
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Enslaved |