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I kept up with the prophecy you spoke
I kept up with the message inside
Lost sight of the irony of twisted faith
Lost sight of my soul and it's void
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Think I'm unforgiven to this world
Took a chance at deceiving myself
To share in the consequence of lies
Childish with my reasoning and pride
Godless to the extent that I died
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Step inside the light and see the fear of God burn inside of me
The gold was put to flame to kill to burn to mold it's purity

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