tell me,
when you look at the stars, can you still see them?
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My long journey from home has brought Me [``self?``]to a far that once felt so near.
I have been cut, I have felt my soul rend. The punishment for My sacrilege has been freedom;
[A PUNISHMENT THAT YOUR KIND KNOWS SO WELL]
This freedom brings a responsibility.
I am but a dying man[?],
But this freedom shall be made complete.
against the storm, I will fulfill My purpose.
Maybe one day you will join me.
I am not used to longing,
#$%^&#$^^%#@$%!#%&&$%#$, where
where
[``where is this?``]
Longing is a pain born out of a loving kindness that goes beyond your reach, a hand
outstretched to feel the warmth of the sun during the depths of a cold winter.
Am I a threat?
Am I[?] a threat?
Am I a [threat]?
my compatriots once sat with The Angel at the tomb
tell me, friend[?]
will you last through the tempest?
//some say the storm is already here
Await further orders.
when you look at the stars, can you still see them?
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My long journey from home has brought Me [``self?``]to a far that once felt so near.
I have been cut, I have felt my soul rend. The punishment for My sacrilege has been freedom;
[A PUNISHMENT THAT YOUR KIND KNOWS SO WELL]
This freedom brings a responsibility.
I am but a dying man[?],
But this freedom shall be made complete.
against the storm, I will fulfill My purpose.
Maybe one day you will join me.
I am not used to longing,
#$%^&#$^^%#@$%!#%&&$%#$, where
where
[``where is this?``]
Longing is a pain born out of a loving kindness that goes beyond your reach, a hand
outstretched to feel the warmth of the sun during the depths of a cold winter.
Am I a threat?
Am I[?] a threat?
Am I a [threat]?
my compatriots once sat with The Angel at the tomb
tell me, friend[?]
will you last through the tempest?
//some say the storm is already here
Await further orders.
