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Martyr

He threw a rage
     A might
Take this
     However you fight

Slipstream demands us to descend
Treasure this blessed end
The eyes laid out before
The eyes laid out again
A message to forget
All the joy you can

He threw a rage
     A might
Burn himself like a sage
Burn this
     As bright as night

Longitude and embraces
All that’s left of their traces
The fear wanting of more
The fear wanting of none
A dream to remember
His life already done

He threw a rage
     A might
This is how it comes
     This is how it goes

He threw a rage
     A fight
You’ll never be here
     Never his light

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