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Soon you will find reason does not exist

When you project, all you believe as it seems

Pious opinions diminishing all you perceive

Your weak mind belongs to me

You're weak in mind, you, as me

Say goodnight, this vengeful lullaby

To steal your pride

The will inflicts, inflicts wounds open to the mind's eye

Incise the slate each child hides until they die

So set me free, come slay my pride

Before gods die...

As they die

I call on your souls to break these bones

Too stiff with pride to face the withered sun

Last, be yet undone, released from forceful slumber

I beg release me