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This is the right of times divided

This is the shrike of all ignited

No one can hear you now

Within the heart of all that dies

Are you suffering?

For a man who promised you naught

Are you healing?

Within the chamber in which you rot

Choose again, choose again

This is not the end

This is not the end

Every moment is meant for so much more

Every ounce of hatred easy to ignore

When you look into the sun

You will hear Apollo’s song