To the wounded:
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I have seen the self image
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they've forced you to reduce to shattered glass,
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with the only remaining value lying in it's jagged edges.
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But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition.
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No fear of death but with fear of life,
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your weakness kills everyone.
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So live.
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Angels for everyone.
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For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one.
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Angels in everyone.
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What of all their promises?
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Can't seem to find much more than lies.
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Angels in anyone.
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A permanent solution to a temporary problem.
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Before I'd lay me down to rest,
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I'd throw away everything to live.
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Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
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A.F.I. (AFI) |