Crawling so deeper... Nobody should have to do it that way...
Breathing so higher... Having thoughts that are never the same...
As I stand here trapped in immortal rites that aren't mine by choice...
Living, dying... For something I won't do again.
Screaming, scratching... And the Godless shall be blessed all the same.
I have served the temple and now I want to consider me and them free...
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