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from

blind

faith

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down

from

self-

in-

duced

fan-

ta-

sy

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a

page

to

jus-

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fy

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po-

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it

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pens

wide

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your

sev-

enth

day,

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that

how

it's

done?

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your

eyes

to

per-

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that

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from

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fli-

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wounds

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your

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dag-

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side

cry-

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vil

takes

its

form

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side

cry-

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Com-

mand-

ments

are

re-

born

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the

traps

are

set

to

con-

fine

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who

get

in

the

way

of

the

di-

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sight

and

in

mind

of

the

hy-

po-

crite

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slave

to

the

curse

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re-

ver

con-

fined

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tter

the

myth

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cut

your-

self

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your

words

a-

gainst

Dreams

made

of

steel

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nger

than

a-

ny

faith

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in-

flicts

pain

and

fear,

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that

how

it's

done?

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your

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to

per-

ceive

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that

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want

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fli-

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wounds

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your

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dag-

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side

cry-

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vil

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its

form

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side

cry-

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mand-

ments

are

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born