I began removing bits of chain
Started with sanctification;
The hallucination of proclamation
That answered all creation.
When the battle was over
Was I even still standing?
Earth didn’t move for a minute
We even thought of disbanding.
Cries heard the forest have ceased
Yet we grovel for the moment.
Sheer destiny takes us to mountaintops
We never thought we’d endure
Let’s speak of nothing but torture
For everything we were.
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