He strove to be one

While the world withered at his feet

Then time was no longer

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Held in a world beyond

The gates of hell served no one

A door is a door

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Open the hand that feeds

Give it power and see it bleed

Reflections of once what was

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My focus is never mine

Sprawled before me my mirror was lost

Spin the bottle and see

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Play within the winter sun

Feed the self as we are done

Setting on the ending black