Here her memory lay,
And with us always it shall stay.
Gone but not forgotten, yes?
Leave me be, let me rest.
Eyes clouded up,
these doors to my soul are locked.
The darkness holding me tightly,
Until the sun rises up.
Am I lost? or am I found?
Lost in thought,
And found by myth.
Always, I am, bound.
Bound to lies and tied by truth.
But which is which, and who is who?
Gone but not forgotten, yes?
Leave me be, and let me rest.
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Fiat iustitia et pereas mundus, et ruant coeli...!
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He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby becomes a monster; For if you gaze so long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby becomes a monster; For if you gaze so long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.
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