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What solace have I in idols and thieves?

Built to the heavens but founded in grief

As all effigies, the likeness is unclear

Like faded tapestries, woven in guilt and fear

Will I never learn?

My place is alone

Every shrine, every hope, every home must burn

And I'll finally be at peace

A fleeting grasp at self imposed solitude

The slipping mask of old social platitudes

No fear of failure, only the bloom and decay

At the core of my soul, through the cracks in my bones

I will not submit to this

This loss of trust

All the scorn and deceit

Helplessly screaming

Of impending defeat

Ravage my body

Poison my mind

Every wound you inflict

Will be repaid in kind