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There is a mind behind that round

Rolling it through a cause

With no idea having a fate due in

Still he set his wit in time

Why to live? Why to heal?

He questions his trip

Reason lies beneath his flair;

Only this grind can hold me in life

And through pain I can only remember

I vow not to abandon my people

To the so called gods

It's better for them to vanish

Rather than be with them...