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I divine your nemesis
Your inability to stand
The breakdown of your cynical, absurdly falling
About to choke relicts of hope,
About to lose control
over those that Shall remain
your ancient charade.
Free and yet caged
It prospers in disguise
Too old to suffer,
Too young to fall apart
But doomed in every slice
Facing the nature of loss,
Confronting the noise with
Eternal silence,
Becoming the fiend is salvation
As long as the prophet will fall
Free and yet caged
It prospers in disguise
Too old to suffer,
Too young to fall apart
But doomed in every slice
About to choke relicts of hope,
About to lose control
Over those that Shall remain
Your ancient charade
Facing the nature of loss,
Confronting the noise with
Eternal silence,
Becoming the fiend is salvation
As long as the prophet will fall
Condemned to fail,
I conclude that nothing shall remain
Condemned to go down,
Condemned to fail