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One morning I woke up naked

No longer the man I was before

I found myself selling signals to the dead

And marching off in another cold war



Now I speak in a language that is hidden

Now I'm lost in a land growing grey

I don't remember knowing these fears

I don't remember being born this way



So I told my heaven sent friend

"I've shed my seventh dark skin"

And there between the flesh and me

I discovered the shadow within



Watered by tears flowing inwards

A seed planted deep by the sin

It grew through empty rooms in my dreams

Into places my joy had once been



I fight it with God and with anger

Like a poison to strangle a weed

But the space for its shape still remains

And there is always another new seed



So I cannot kill the shadow

Unless first I extinguish the sun

And I cannot begin my dying

Until my living has finally begun