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Why am I seen as this broken thing?
A monster for doing what's right?
There is nothing left
But to honor the gods
The cruel gods
Our father and his mother
Intertwined in love's tie
But soon tangled in the noose
Gouging his eyes out
Breaking his heart
As if it could undo
What these cruel gods have done
My family torn away
What these cruel gods have done
Is it just a game?
Why should I honor them?
Still I must honor them
For my brothers' sakes
What these cruel gods have done
But still I worship their names
Still I worship their names
I'm seen as a broken thing
Seen as a criminal
A monster
By the state
And maybe they're right
Am I doing what's right?
And since nobody is left
Praise these cruel gods
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