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Dear mother,   Drifting into a land unknown, What did you fear at the ripe age of nineteen? You have spread your wings and flown, Through fearless endeavors in an ocean so green,  
One day I want to find a world Far away from this one With impossible cliffs High above the clouds With a terrain of impossible soil
Sacrilege Sanctimony bastards and heathens burn burn incinerate light them up watch the flames reach ever higher burn burn
In some ways we were journeymen on another mission We were all apprentices searching for some new edition Of our lives. In some ways we were just chicks being pushed from a nest
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