What I have learned,
Chases me away,
and causes me to burn,
In the presences of a lost memory,
of those that pretended to be,
As false things continue to parish,
in the hands of those you forgot,
as your eyes were too blind,
to see there wicked plot,
Now by there words
they have you trained
like some kind of a dog,
now you are among the lost,
unable to see in this fog.
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