Tongues of poison (the angus tragedy)

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How could this be
Such a residual process
Fountains of hope fraught with despair
Look away, children
Look away
His beauty hidden deep in fraud
Plagued
Plagued by mockery
Affluent in nothing
How i long to be complete
With you i am
I am you
Released
My will has been put to death
I am nowhere
I am nowhere but everywhere
Casually remind me pointless instruction
Look away, children
Look away
I will look nevermore
I see...