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As an ancient conspiracy
I must regain my legacy
Of all of which I stand for
Til' I come knocking upon Heaven’s door
Yet, have I not found the key
That unlocks this mystery of me
To handle that which I do not
Avoiding flames so blistering hot
The evil of the tongue hold me high
For I am wise but I do not cry
Nor shed tears out from my eyes
And yet I'm the one whom ye despise
Cut me and I shall bleed
Alas! My blood be a matter of greed
Every soul craves a piece
and Prays my sufferage shall not cease
To those souls, hear my only cry
Tis' because of you I shall never die