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Nov 2011
You wanted the truth behind the lies.
You wanted to see the forest from the tree.
but you never actually wanted to see,
You never actually wanted to open your eyes,

Find the fire from within me?
You want to seek me out in burnt out husks.
You want to make blood packs and secret trusts.
But you lack the vision to simply be.

So here, in the now and then, we find the key.
We send the message to a hidden place,
deep within us, just behind the face.
And finally, our arms spread out, we are free.
Written by
Paul Glottaman
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