Digging deep into the mine of my soul
I find every truth connected to my being
linking the chain together once again
of what has been found that I have sought
I've knocked on the door of the Temple of Knowledge
and it had opened unto me once more
both jailer of fate and Angels of freedom
Shaping my end is the divinity of myself
lord, master, maker, molder, shaper, savior
servant, destroyer, imprisoner
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