Remembering promises,
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Once made but now unspoken,
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Born of child like minds,
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These shadows of the past are now
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forsaken.
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From the dawn of your first day,
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To this death bed on which you lay,
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To survive we must comply,
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With the ritual of your life.
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Can you remember things we said,
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The dreams our expectations,
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Like ashes scattered in the wind,
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There is no recollection.
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Throughout the passing years,
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Faith will allay your years,
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Follow the holy rites,
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In the ritual of your life.
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Life an endless ritual
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Continuation perpetual
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Throughout the passing years,
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Faith will allay your years,
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Follow the holy rites,
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In the ritual of you life.
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Try to remember if you can,
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The pacts we made most solemn,
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Hands of time have brought decay,
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Those memories are forgotten.
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Now as you reach the end,
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All pain you must transcend,
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When you die you can't deny,
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The ritual of your life.
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Ritual
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| Bolt Thrower |
