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Rolling thunder trouble and plunder
all the worlds blunder mine to name
And I shame to wear a heart so white
Like a wanton whore I opened up the sky to my longing
I killed the product of lust and lied to hide
On a righteous ride that I do not deserve abide
Mercy has been fleeting as the trials come
I turn to remember the cold sin felt so warm
the horrible Chances I had to take
the war of faking I'm ok for everyone's sake
The truth is I am the scum of defiled and defiling things
A hatred of nievity and doubtful courage
That screwed me to this shameful sticking plate
I would give it all to change everything
Thus this mortal primordial rage
It was all lost for one idea
So wrong so evil but looked so right
That now as a sage of
Lost empires
I realise
Nothing can change.