With my vision confined,
I am unable to escape the unforgiving grasp of the Twelve.
Wishing for a tomorrow free from anxiety
I walk towards the plane of the precious event horizon in my grasp.
The pledge we made in captivity was a falsehood.
The universe of life, engraved a blind time
Spread your wings butterfly, you miraculous butterfly – I confer this unto you
A butterfly of tears, a brilliant butterfly
All will now be rewritten
Locked away in this windowless prison
I am unable to deny the scrutiny of the Twelve.
I can feel the warmth of life,
I seek it out, heading beyond the skewed truth.
A small, sadistic fracture appears on the inscribed contract,
as the sin of faith remains to guide life itself.
Spread your wings butterfly, you miraculous butterfly, I can feel that you are here.
A butterfly of tears, a brilliant butterfly
This convergence is unstoppable.
The more I resist this scenario forced upon me,
the more the sky ridicules me for my weakness.
The pledge we made in captivity was a falsehood.
The universe of life, engraved a blind time
Spread your wings butterfly, you miraculous butterfly – I confer this unto you
A butterfly of tears, a brilliant butterfly
All will now be rewritten
The denial of possiblity is a warning,
The Twelve exert their power in secrecy.
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