| How can you define a man,
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| If not by the taste of his own words
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| And as long as life might span
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| We reign upon this faux enclosed
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| Destiny, I laugh at thee
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| Your reign of terror soon to pass
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| I now declare thy chains removed
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| This broken oath benign the past
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| It comes as no surprise
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| Like biting bullets, grinding teeth
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| Your called reclusion lingering
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| A sliced promise to a sliced wrist
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| These loathing smiles I will delete
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| Your grudging grasp now obsolete
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| Torn apart beneath the unlearnt history
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| Bombardment of these past mistakes
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| I light a match to your oily wake
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| Treachery, sweet treachery
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| An endless line of failure stands
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| In front of what you comprehend
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| Majestic impotence of acts
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| Next to the trust you seem to lack
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| Like mother that forsakes her son
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| In a trash can down the street
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| A crime that cannot be undone
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| Atrocious vow, splendent defeat
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| Condemned the partners you betrayed
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| In your smothering serenade
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| Breathing just this foul adultery
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| To put an end to your charade
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| Sever the ties with a scorning blade
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| Treachery, of sweet treachery |