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Shadows of Eternity

Puppet Masters playing,
keeping us from escaping,
as we are marching,
never stopping.

Controlled not with string,
but controlled with walls,
keeping us from everything,
down these baren white halls.

Unable to see,
even that vast sea,
for my eyes grow dark,
or have they always been dark?

I see,
now everything is clear,
by my decree,
or so they appear.

the time is now,
for I shall not bow,
that, I vow,
for now on I plow.

Away white walls,
Away white halls,
Away white dolls,
Away white balls.

Let the forest grow,
let the gentle breeze flow,
Let the wind carry the snow,
And let me forever sough.


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