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war on all existence To spite his forebearer, Cronos Asteroids collide A molten Earth is formed The crust solidifies The birth of a planet Amidst
Agh! Oh how I burn For that which will never be mine Shivering thin branch, me My forebearers weep Agh! Oh how I burn For the corridor is long
in the ghosts unknown That our forebearers bequeathed in their wills Oh Running back on your promises Never turns out well How many more will you
you're coming home Follow up until the fall One life never played, feet nailed to stone One promise never paid Our fore-bearers' fault, you're coming home
Get the patriarch, the founder, forefather Initiator the forebearer your predecessor The architect and now Arthur I sponge you son Informed you,
Contentious life, its forebearer, And failure is the trodden orphan. Gladiolus! Exhausted of all recognizance, Enduring all the tribulation. To whom
you Indoctrination by the forebearers Of the blood coven Of this covenant Of the family These pillars of you They wrote all the maps Lived through
and let them work their magic through the medium that they created I’m my forebearers recreated Revived, re-imagined, resurrected, replicated, duplicated,
agony Branded and broken a shadow of the past Piled up in the trenches their forebearers dug Fighting for scraps of their past lives Left to wither away
Blissful glow Under a willow tree Kindness flows From a golden reverie It speaks in tongues Of fore-bearers long forgotten Humble lungs That tell us
to Marcus Garvey the forebearer and then it's love one word with the four letters time never was there's not a alpha or an omega I appeared back in genesis
Darkness, Sorrow, Abyss - all eternal Oh, shan't we cast the Gods of forebearers Into deep seas Bury their memory with the dead Wash the blood with
Of your fore-bearers Blindly believing How could they've Been any wrong I must be in the wrong No tolerance For questions of any kind I must be the heretic
Of your fore-bearers Blindly believing How could they've Been any wrong I must be in the wrong No tolerance For questions of any kind I must be the heretic
Born and raised in a black room with cold faces Dark figures reside over me unsatiated Forebearers reading the omen until it's culminating How could
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