All is a lie that we have fallen to.
Bring us to our knees, in the despair of what we believed.
This is a downfall, this is the tragedie's end.
This is the great deception.
To hell with love, to hell with hope.
Feelings you can't really feel.
And the dying man thought to himself.
I refuse and I deny, a fate written in stone, older than I, older than time.
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