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she left now your fading away
she left with the wind
your fading with the dust
amidst a crowd of hooters
now you can't hear my voice
but I can hear yours
you believe them
the fake prophets
everything they say
they say I'm evil
but you can't hear my protest to you I'm just a shifting image with memories and the poison of the prophets combined to something you cannot recognize
I hate you...