Sympathy & Empathy / Halo & Pitchfork
Burden
Way in the back of my mind
sits a man.
He tells me in stories, he talks in rhymes
that i might withstand.
There is no end to their plan
but destruction by our own hand;
For the future you must prepare
for the past will repeat its despair.
Alas, i am only one man.
The waters still slip through my hand.
The tide heeds no concerns,
in kind the world still turns
and the Light and the Darkness discerned.
Bear witness to the burden on the verge -
Who will you serve?
sits a man.
He tells me in stories, he talks in rhymes
that i might withstand.
There is no end to their plan
but destruction by our own hand;
For the future you must prepare
for the past will repeat its despair.
Alas, i am only one man.
The waters still slip through my hand.
The tide heeds no concerns,
in kind the world still turns
and the Light and the Darkness discerned.
Bear witness to the burden on the verge -
Who will you serve?
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