A call. A call to something greater.
Something more than we can see.
A right. A right to something worthy.
Something else that we could be.
Alone. Alone is all we fathom.
Left behind with hope, forever.
Apart. Apart from what we cherish.
Every line to save, we sever.
The lies. The lies will kill us all.
Seem to choke my life away.
The pain. The pain keeps me from sleep.
Twisted hurt regenerates.
A voice. A voice that cuts through dark.
Shatters misery and hate.
A light. A light to bring me warmth.
This hidden path, illuminate.
The fight. The fight to conquer me.
No more in human will I trust.
The Truth. The Truth will set you free.
Scaly blindfolds turn to dust.
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