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Sorrow will wipe away your sacrifice,
treasures of the world will unlock and give blind fortune
nothing you get will test your patience and your greed
but suffer and tears in times of need.

Let go, stop the torture it is not about the fortune!!
Spear my love and rule my jealousy just because its cheap,
but not awake yet somewhere blind fate will call your bluff
unsettling and cruel, will stare you right in the face,
unlock your connections and see your own reflections,
find out who you are, are you one of us or,
have you fallen to low and swollen top 1%.

How big of the mirror do you need my friend of fortune
take a good look at your new refined clean look,
wipe your face find some piece and grace help your neighbor,
understand we all will stand under one roof one day
we all go to the same place darkness and nothingness
that's our fate, so don't hesitate but with effortless intent
fill that empty plate, this is the new fate, open the gate
cemetery is our home, this is just temporary, I am sorry.

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