this for I a takes our mind
enlarges it, draws hateful lines
between what we are and what we're in
if we were snake we'd shed our skin
if we were knife we'd rust to dull
we'd stab ourself into our skull
we'd pray if we believed in gods
instead we'll simply curse the odds
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Shadows of Possibility
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