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Fire Branding |
Forget the smell of the burnt flesh or it'll never leave you alone. |
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Drowning my past |
Don't forget your culture, even if it is being carried down the river. |
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Sorry, mommy |
She loves you regardless of your hair, Sybil. |
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Am I depriving him of his own living? |
You need it more than he does. |
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I got the greeting wrong... |
How could you know? You lived alone until the very end. |
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Running like a prey |
You should be used to it at this point. |
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An unimaginable pain |
Today, you become a martyr. |
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An animal to the slaughterhouse? |
We are human. We are human! |
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To live in the shadows... |
... or to erase your past, with fire if needed. |
18.05.2025 17:32:51 |
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I lost my only chance... |
But you're alive. The struggle continues. |
18.05.2025 17:32:51 |
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Tied by the neck |
Jewels are traps by themselves. |
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Who are you? |
You are Sybil. You are Sybil. You are Sybil...? |
18.05.2025 17:32:51 |
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Where are the condemned ones headed? |
To oblivion. |
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Where are the blessed ones headed? |
To a place of love. |
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Journey's end |
Take some rest, you deserve it. |
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A peaceful death |
... is to die without regrets. |
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