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A Treatise on Control

the triumph of power exists as a lie its control, a figment of all it denies &
with pitiful gestures, we jump as it tries to salvage the notion it comes fro
m the sky what knowledge precedes us, what failures held high with this i ad
monish the longing that dies they’ll tell you of battles you’ll exit alive b
ut know that these fragments of hope are all lies we end and begin outside a
nd within reduced to skin the truth is thing what hope shall change the fl
ow of time? this bone is lead, this curse is mine here i stand, the lord of
all i see this kingdom is fire, it answers not to me strained and torn thi
s i know: all that we are is but a blaze we’re nothing but disciples of the wi
nd here i stand, the lord of all i see this kingdom is fire, it answers not
to me
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