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The Isles Of MankindThat we would call the canopies the ceilings of our worldTrapped within the maternal womb trapped beneath a dying sun Where wars rage tirelessly countless die for the name of christ Is this a jaded vision, parody of life all perfection that you seek For i have seen the isles of man they bare themselves unjust But we are blessed in ignorance blindly obedient To do the bidding of our peers who never question their own faith Sightless to our oblivion dissident to our ends Child of the dying light search here all you like This only the isles of man that you will find This isolation here in our eyes what we endure has darkened the light Our imperfection failures we sow feed our destruction This history that we know, let it be known |