Nevermore

Every man will ask the questions, and every man will suffer blame and loss/ Every day you die a little understand the change and choose your path without disdain/ The seven tongues of god are in my mind, they speak to me in ancient D
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R design/ I have never seen god, you have never seen God/ And when they speak to me and the seven tongues align/ programmed to desecrate the pretentions in your mind/ To further complicate I will now state that your convictions lack definition and form/ Every day there is a bleeding and every time I watch the world slipp by/ Focus, the blind pretention underscoring pain, the path to solace felt in vain/ The seven tongues of god are in my mind, they speak to me in ancient D