Singing the song, word by word, singing it and dancing. Bowing to the Lords in their marble floored halls.

Praying for their mercy, proclaiming their truth without believing a word of it.

(uncomplete)

Or one day less. The problem is that I'm not quite sure where I'm going to.

The only certain destination I've got is the one I wouldn't wish to know.


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... and I'm glad to be here.