A truth brighter than light. A darkness buried beneath sight. Each hold a truth, a seed, a world we wish to be. Each fact now sewn between the deed. Family? Now friends. Children? End. Each lie a smile, each fate your bend. It's fine to have doubt, It's okay to dream big. We all love to shout, about this game, not the rig. As long as the well of truths flows, We'll argue about soul. A demon, a master of all he can see. He wishes never to bend the knee. His mask, his pride, too noble to hide. An angel, a servant, a slave, to powers he can't see. It's fine to have doubt, It's okay to dream big. We all love to shout, about this game, not the drip. As long as the well of truths flows, We'll argue about soul. Angel ignoble, his truth sublime. His mask, his unity, a garden he tends for beauty. The demon, debased, a slave, to his crave. It's fine to have doubt, It's okay to dream big. We all love to shout, about this game, not the rig. As long as the well of poison flows, We'll argue about soul. Angels, demons, beauty and chic, both pawns, both beginning to see. The rot bared in smiling teeth, forcing disgust. Whispers to ignore your unborn's pleas. Too putrid to hide, too fetid for smell. Plug your nose and damn yourself to hell.
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