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Our hearts grow cold, toxic seeds all around.
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Our hearts grow cold, toxic seeds all around.
We live in spite of you.
These shoulders are too weak to carry any more.
The arrows are set, is there such thing as the end?
Can you face what you wanted? Oh, we’ve barely started.
Through the eyes of malice, I wither and fade.
Wrapped in your chamber, held by your hands.
I alone am the honored one to take your life.
I used to seek violence but now I use silence.