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No! I will wonder here, with a smaller tear in haste
So Im empty here, failing at my fears yesterday
I won’t mend your heart anymore, like before... too broken
I won’t be your shield or sword, like before... forgotten
Take all your guns and children, up to your haunted heavens
Am I to slowly crumble, walking over the stumbled?
Pain when the names erased, in a charming haze, no wins
Bonds feeling so estranged, full of idling and doubt
I won’t mend your soul anymore, like before... a token
I won’t be your more to adore
Like before... just rotten
Take all your gods and minions, inside your false intentions
What price am I to swallow, for me to earn my shadows?