The thought that keeps me alive; together as one
Is that I am right and of having victory
Already so early I have been condemned
My gentle nature destroyed; my will fading
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The old holds my back from the new
A gate closed for centuries--
Rusted it is,
Rusted it will stay
In the world I am blinded,
Blindfolded by Her
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My mind is a traitor, now
My eyes see without believing
My touch wields fabrication
My body leaves my soul to endure
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Enemies of life I must face and conquer
Maybe in another life and form
In another time and place
I will win the war