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lumo en vivo
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2019-02-13
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wake up, child of fate!
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face the morning
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and the sun breaking over the horizon
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casting its rays over the virgin snow and defiled buildings
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Generation A turns their heads to the sky
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finding something unsaid yet all-known
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growth stubbornly pushing through the cracks
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freedom in restraint
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the land beneath our feet roils in sudden breath
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"in strange aeons, death will die":
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but now is strange- and now, even death has succumbed to death
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so let there be no more tombs!
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I live, and I live forever
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through these words, through these works
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although one day I may be confined to a coffin six feet below
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to the here and now:
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may my feet never fail me!
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may my body disintegrate before my dreams do!
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tomorrow will never come:
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today is all we have!
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and it is all we will ever have.
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no more waiting for better days that will never arrive;
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no more pining for pasts that never took place.
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no more self-sacrifices on the altar of time,
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in vain hopes of achieving the eternal and divine.
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I will carve my own path; I will choose my own fate!
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and if I go up in flames, it will be for the whole world to see!
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my name comes from no man or woman
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for what is a name but a word we agree on for a person?
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but I do not care for your agreement
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and I do not live for your validation.
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I say my name is Vane Vander.
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whether you choose to refer to me as such,
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that is your business
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and no matter which path you walk on
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it does not stop me from walking my own
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walking through the blue and the gold
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the new and the old
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two arches that stand in front of me
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where we used to play
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and give praise to our father
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but our father is gone, his temples and churches shattered
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and you stand beside me by the rubble
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sledgehammer in hand
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we raise our gazes to the sky
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together until the end, you and I!
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***
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CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander
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