In the 1569 eyes that I see through
The real intention comes alive
So hopelessly lost in hopes all of you
I wish you all could see what I see
This world is empty as empathy
With eyes like poisoned snakes
I burn at the core of redemption
Like sick animals I�ll put you to sleep
And see that this world is nothing
Incineration as healing
A wound of ecstasy
The hand that caresses
By death I give life
To enjoy everything
enjoy nothing
To know everything
know nothing
To own everything
own nothing
To be everything
be nothing
I Am the Breath of God
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