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The Loneliness
of Lies
Open the doors of lonely vision
A parabol into a new dimension
Eating at time we neutralize our soul position
Keeping in mind our intuition
We cloak the walls of intermission
To bear the souls of divine intentions
Now bleed the impetuous trail to some discretion
To spit the seams in inert division
It all sums up anarchticulate religion
Now let carry out your depositions
To aristarch the echo of silent shadows
Over valley forged the intimate depths
Of human suffrage the devils widow
To carry out the souls last breath
It turns and runs across your chest
And leaves your plithered mass arrest
And all because you did not confess.
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