In such a beautiful way, it is so distant from me.
Reaching out to touch it, you cower from me.
In my hut of passive denial, I’ll sit and sigh.
It’s not you, it’s me.
It’s not me, it’s them.
Blast me with the truth.
Shatter lives, pervert yourself.
All for the game.
That name, that you’ll wear, for eternity.
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