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The highest creed burned into the skin,

the fettered shell shivering with dismay

before words so bitter and rough

enshrouding the guiltless mind.

Shimmering rivers flow

from bastilles made of glass,

heralding torment to free will,

threshing  the warmest hearts.

The harangues from behind the walls,

encrusted with gold,

falling to the herds

of the obedient mass.

Day after day

we're losing humanity.

We wage a Spiritual war

sentenced to fall.

The lords above us

turned dignity to ash

and left only dust

to feed on us.

We crawl in the dark,

seeking the light.

Slithering in the shadow, hunting the light,

walking in the glare, searching for night,

guided by the illusions, mentally blind

show me your face, is it still the same?

Is it your fate? Is it your dream? Is it still you?

Open your eyes!

Day after day

we're losing humanity.

We wage a Spiritual war

sentenced to fall.

The lords above us

turned dignity to ash

and left only dust

to feed on us.