Force of heaven, reverse my lies
Create creation, with all ties.
Perceptional severance, self defined
Perpetual reverence-revelations divine
O what a feeling, why do I rhyme?
I'm kept at bay here-for the time
Trust me my virtues, as yourself
I'll not hurt you, with pain I've dealt
In me the passion, opposition recognized
Self manufacture, amidst the lies
Trust Me; my knowledge, I'll lead the way
When-we are back here, we'll do it again
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