This is the final step.
End scene before our bodies are cast ashore.
Searching for survivors amongst the wreckage of your soul.
I speak with heart in hand; you may have damned us all.
Cut out my tongue; sew up my lips, for my words could very well sink ships,
You call this hell; I call this truth,
So raise your sail and follow suit.
I will revive, cut down, divide
The walls of empires built from the light.
I'll watch the past as it floats away
Upon the grace of yesterday
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