I awake to take my place among the living. Imgiving you all that you asked for and more. So when the end comes, it wi will burn bright. Like ten billion suns. Consuming tired worlds and closed doors.
And when the end comes, I will be immortal. I will be the mountain. Decomposition of these distractions Without an end there can be no beginning.
So I wi will march on, march on to victory. And you wi will see me - The fire inside of me March on to victory Until my feet bleed.
For your protection The mask you wear is forever affixed to your face So you hide, fearing life and the challenge inside Of defeating oppression through soul resurrection.
Well know the path inside Force ourselves not to hide And throw our souls to the wind.
Those who fear judgment fear only themselves; A forged existence. But when the end comes Those who march on wi will be the ones who used hope as a weapon.
So we embrace fear - march on to victory. Get up when we fall. March on to victory. And when our feet bleed, then we wi will crawl.
A humble maniac looking for the light With imperfections and questions to ask.
Imnot defeated, though my skin is rotting. This march goes on forever, Roots long forgotten.
I wi will rise to meet you as the fog rolls in under our feet.
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