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I cannot sleep

I cannot think

Consumed by the future

And what it might bring

But holding my breath

And trembling at death

Will bring me no cure

For this malignant sting

How can I destroy this ascending pawn

How do I make this vast blunder be gone

Why has this misguided kindness prevailed

How could it happen that I should have failed

I am the father

I am the lord

I bestowed life on this

Ungrateful fraud

I should have never

Giv'n breath to this clay

Oh, if I'd known of this damnable day

Give them doubt, feed them lies

In the end everyone dies

Rest enthroned, oh, High and Great

But mind the gleam of coming fate