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Formed of ignorance we swallow our responsibility without thoughtwe're defined by what we choose to destroy, we're all pawns in this gamebut find god you shall and may he bless and dry your eyesseek your salvation because when the seas have risenand the sun has wilted you'll find protection in Fictionbut alas repent, consume, envelopthis sanctification for it thrives in the darkwaiting for the selfish. From Letras Mania