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4. Awakenings
My shackles shake
Born of a Material world.
Leaping sands
Leave familiar footprints.
This is the path
Of madness.
It's a cold path
But this path
Lies ahead.
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.
Awakenings!
God I love a drink!
Born of a Material world.
Leaping sands
Leave familiar footprints.
This is the path
Of madness.
It's a cold path
But this path
Lies ahead.
And then impact
But not like before
Sensation
Awareness.
Awakenings!
God I love a drink!
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