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It has nothing to do with my name
Nothing to do with some sort of fate
A self-fulfilling prophecy
written by my own hand
It came as a self-appointment
To my new martyr's life
Drenched in silence
This is my devotion

I ended up in hell without a trial
And tonight, waves are fighting with bare teeth
« Fight hard and never give in,
because they are not giving in either
These revolving agents of oblivion! »
« Mind your parish, your sheep and their perdition! »
I am not the chosen one
I am not the chosen one

I would make it an altar
painted in white and blue
for the lost flocks, but above all, for you.
I thought that the flicker of my candle
At the end of these weak arms of mine
Could save and redeem the world
I thought that the wax dripping on my hand
wouldn't hurt, but it weighed me down.

« Isaiah 53:3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not.
Isaiah 53:4 Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted.
Isaiah 53:5 But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed."Oh Lord, you never gave me the chance to feel anything like the heartbeat throbbing from the deep bottom of the ocean Oh Lord, there was never such thing as a second chance, only hints of what I've missed, as many hammer blows,
as many crushed nails, as many torn sails...

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