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Dead to Daedalus, Like his son in the sun. Oh, what am I become To the benevolent gun. My fate maker Catering to all, Great debater Ignorant to the fall. I need some space For the eternal cycle Of repentance And redemption, To just cut the cord When the sun sinks, It’s all I can afford With the speed of time, I’ll be free one day From the merciless crime. I can’t let it be, Have you tried escaping dark, It chases forever.
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
Benevolent
Dead to Daedalus, Like his son in the sun. Oh, what am I become To the benevolent gun. My fate maker Catering to all, Great debater Ignorant to the fall. I need some space For the eternal cycle Of repentance And redemption, To just cut the cord When the sun sinks, It’s all I can afford With the speed of time, I’ll be free one day From the merciless crime. I can’t let it be, Have you tried escaping dark, It chases forever.
Merriam-Webster word of the day - benevolent
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May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:46 PM UTC
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