Fear overwhelms the soul.
Chains imprison the mind.
What is the end of the line?
Detour comforts the train.
The risk holds hostage love.
Maniac masks on a good heart.
No peace for the enlightened.
Burry them in a fools grave.
Stones fly at both groups sinners.
Death comes like their birth.
Illusion fuels the machine.
Where is the heart of men?
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