[Music by A. Tompkins and C. Burton]
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The dead who crave not life, I know not why they lie there
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floating. They lie devoid of thought, bereft of life and drown in
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sorrow.
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Sometimes they scream as life is deprived of them. Life is no
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dream and death holds no final end. We all must die.
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Hacking away with the sword at the earth, at the mounds of soil,
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I try to recover the dead but get naught for my toil. The corpses
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lie around me in various states of decay and no matter how hard I
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try I can't bring life to their day. Even by touch of the sword they
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refuse to awaken. And I know they seek life not. And I know
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they like to rot forever. Even their lives were of no worth if in
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their eyes they hate the truth even if it sets them free. Now is not
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the time to revive. My mind revolts at this revelation. How can it
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be that they lie calmly in their graves, resisting life as it pulls at
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their heart strings; their cold eyes ever rejecting the truth?
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I run with naught in mind but to leave that hateful place behind. I
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enter darkened earth where De-syr has waited for me from the
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day of my birth. I cross the bridge of grace along a well worn
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path to satiate my flesh within the one they call De-syr.
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Sorrow, my contemplating. Loving hours passed, I spent my life
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anticipating sorrow. Thy cold embracing felt like love back then
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but now I know that I was tasting sorrow.
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Gone Is My Former Resolve
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Paramaecium |