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Amongst The Chosen LostCertain I was amongst the chosen lostI watched myself slowly dwindle Where gates stood open, I the threshold crossed With a witheld breath in pain and ecstacy I felt the blood throb to death until I heard distant voices wishing to console I saw demons watchful and angels blind Assenting yet resigned What my recollections stole is a past unwritten What my recollections stole is words unspoken When the light withdrew I no more suffered For in the dazzling dark my spirit stirred But still I questioned For my inward sight still knew the senses and the senses tracks Is there an answer for this solid quest Certain I was among the chosen lost Where the light is buried my darkness lingers, in the dazzling dark my spirit stirred By my witheld breath I wilt never return Assenting yet resigned What my recollections stole is a past unwritten What my recollections stole |