On looking back
I can give up the ghost.
They're hands move us around
Like pieces on a chess board
I have doubts but I am told its inequity.
looking back
I knew I wasn't
worthy of Eurydice
Hades... wasn't some casual affair
All souls in there judgment
Knowing they belong to a destiny
Other than there desires
The condition is always submission.
In a world where souls...
we are responsible for a fragile thing
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