If we had a world to us
Time would hold no innocence
As rage begets rage
Age comes after age
All our life is but an empty stage
Waiting to be filled with images
Of vanquished hearts and toiling souls
So let us break open heaven's iron gates
Striding as Apollo in his chariot
Rushing behind those players
When they feel hungry
As amorous birds of prey
Let them spread their wings
And never meet again
As players ending an act
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