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Where do we expect to be born?

Is everything we meet... written in the races of the forces?!

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Only oxygen remains.

My lungs in need, and does blindness begin... blackness?

Escape from the siege collar..

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Happy are those to witness a hole

in the labyrinths of the wasteland

Even Graves disavowed its inhabitants

And the resting place rebelled against the digger

There is no sand and no coffins contains

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in the labyrinths of the wasteland

       labyrinths of the wasteland

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Yesterday, we were for the wolves.

Or the fire halls

food, sacrifice, and ransom

United on the testimony!

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labyrinths of the wasteland

Where does the will stem from?

There is nothing left but Spikes.

The names of the houses are overflowing..

like astray..in the niches of happiness