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All that stands in my way

I can see is easily razed.

The walls of the city are crumbling,

My eyes are ready for the green.

Hallelujah he said now is the time for

Pulling out of any game that has you hesitating.

Hardly a day’s gone by

Since I died

And already buds are breaking.

Fate had its way

That my place is to be servant.

I’ll hold the hand that offers food

And be the man who breaks and folds and

Dies for an audience.

And now my soul is travelling

And I hear thunder.