there is much to be gained from the disregarded ways of the past.
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how futile we have been in our new ideologies.
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fighting against what we have become.
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burying us a under a cloak of religion.
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collapsing fragments of life have fallen down around us.
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on our knees we try to piece things back together.
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parts like sifting sand slip through our fingertips.
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within these ashes lies beauty forgotten.
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search us to find what has been lost within.
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reveal what we do not see in and of ourselves
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Sifting Through These Ashes
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| Symphony In Peril |
